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.
Tag: 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...
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....
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