I remember that feeling of release and relief when it was all out on the page. That feeling of freedom after doing a good day's work. The black ink smudged along the length of my left pinky finger a testament to my efforts like a badge of honor.
Category: Creative Writing
Suffocation
Impale me on points of truth Hang me there to suffer...
Scandalous Lies Or Tragic Truth?
....Or, are these all simply stories created to hide an unspeakable, tragic truth ?
Arktos ~ Short Fiction
I watched the sun move for a while to figure our location. I knew I could not wait for the stars to guide me...
Burning Bush in a Dark Forest
My own daydreaming had brought me there. Uncomfortable as it was, I knew I had created it and paid the debt willingly...
The Seer ~ Short Fiction
I am called Filidhshear, and this is the essence of my heart; it was set afire long ago, when the world was radiant and pure. In the Highlands of Celtic territory, a young warrior...
Act Three ~ It’s Now Or Never
One approaches ACT III with anticipation and the kind of feeling I haven't had since the weeks leading up to my eighteenth birthday: Freedom is in sight and you count the days until your life is your own....
Dreaming Of John Cusack Changed My Life
Get your mind out of the gutter. It's not what you think. I have a recurring dream in which John Cusack....
Dear Cig, I’m Breaking Up With You
I'm breaking up with you. I can't take this madness anymore, of needing you so deeply. I can't bear to be without you. It's like there's a monster inside of me that won't be satiated no matter how often we're together. I can't go on like this.
I Want To Be A Beatnik
In the spirit of beatniks I thought I'd share a poem I wrote about them just for fun...
OnWriting+Art+Beaty+Men+MidLife 