I Write Short StoriesThis isnโt a short story, itโs a segment from a werewolf book I am writing. Itโs from chapter 3-Carlโs story. My body trembled with a mix of cold, disbelief and fear. Images of my sister lost and hurt ran through my mind, more trembling and a rush...See More ยป
I Write Short StoriesOnce upon a time there was a man named Philip who left his dad to take his younger son to another country. Philipโs father was devastated. He said, โSon I donโt want you to leave me, I worked hard to pay for your education, you are a successful...See More ยป
I Write Short StoriesThis is a letter I wrote too my last relationship partner..i wont send to him but i still need to heal from the damage so im posting it here. Dear:!$@โฌ What you did you did was terribly wrong. For over 2 years I gave my all too you my heart, my...See More ยป
I Write Short StoriesOn a bright bright sunny day Under the broken shadecof an apple tree You see a bright red shiny apple You pick for the first crunchy bite.. ...๐
I Write Short StoriesLets go to the meadow And have a pinic Spread the red and white gingham blanket You pour the wind as i empty the basket We can sit quietly and listen to the birds sing along with a gentle breeze
I Write Short StoriesTo tie our souls together Like a basketweave Do you think it will snap Or do you think it will hold together with all out baggage......
I Write Short StoriesAs i sit atvthe lake Casting stones Watching them bounce across Causing ripples in the calmness
I Write Short StoriesIf i give you my heart Will you put in cage And hang it in your living room My soul though you need too....
I Write Short StoriesIf i may be so forward.... May i have this dance ... Take my hand and ill let you lead
I Write Short StoriesWatching the lady bugs fly Around the garden Eating their supply of aphids... I want spring
I Write Short StoriesListening to the wind funnel through the cracks. Feeling it like the whispers of your touch
I Write Short StoriesCome take a stroll with me Holding hands Thru the forest under a canopy of pine and cedars Sheltered from the sun
I Write Short StoriesThe feel of cold metal From the chains wrapped around my body Keeps my thoughts on you
I Write Short StoriesCurtains ruffle in the wind Letting in the silvery light Casting shadows Over blonde hair Spread across pillow
I Write Short StoriesCurtains ruffle in the wind Letting in the silvery light Casting shadows Over blonde hair Spread across pillow
I Write Short StoriesWith pen in hand I start a script that makes no sense Unless you live in my head The wacky and the wonky All live here
I Write Short StoriesSitting at my table Watching the coffee brew The smells of breads baking As i sit and wait for you
I Write Short StoriesThe heart that you broke Is finally healed Still missing pieces for others to fill But your damage has been threaded together