Poem #68: The Sound
_The Sound_ The sound of ravaging time Pins me beneath a blanket of honey; I drown under the sickly-sweet smell Of truth, lies, and defeat. My own pride and vanity Have led me down the path I take; Echoes of a younger mind Stir in me a hopeful...
Creative Writing Prompt #1: Subject Analysis
_Subject Analysis Using Imagery:_ _My Friend Eating Lunch_ The shades of hair on his head that cascade down his back in interwoven strands are an equal mixture of lighter and slightly darker hues of blonde. Many loose strands of hair hang down around...
Troubles of Love, part 2
Kevin sat at the edge of his seat, waiting for his physics professor to dismiss the class. It was friday afternoon, the last class of the week, and he was anxious to meet up with Derrik. They had been dating now for over a month, and Derrik had said...
Troubles of Love, part 1
He sat at the back of the room; not the very back, but in the second to last row. He usually sat at the front of his classes, but he hated this class. Calculus always bored him. It was the third day of the second semester when _he_ walked in. Kevin...
Poem #67: Trapped
_Trapped_ Along this broken path I walk Underneath the glowing sunshine Deep inside of me voices talk Whisperings that aren't mine Dark gray clouds are all around me Amidst the crowd I fall behind I cower beneath the broad sea Of whisperings...
Poem #66: Pumping Blood
_Pumping Blood_ Listen for the rhythm of my heart Feel each beat it makes See the red rivulets of blood Washing through my veins Rushing through heated Boiled red and angry Sitting calm and white Protective of the soul Red flows together with...
The Encounter
Sunlight poured into the library from the skylight directly above his head. It provided warmth for the back of his neck, which was very comforting as he worked through the novel cracked open in his lap. Curtis read diligently through the book. He...
Creative Writing Prompt #5: Tone
_Anger_ They were both sitting in a tiny room, bare except for the table between them and the chairs they were sitting in. One of these men was smiling cruelly. The other stared at him with hard eyes. His fists were clenched, his heart was pounding,...
Creative Writing Prompt #4: Interior Monologue
_Point of View: The father of a victim - he is at the execution of his son/daughter's murderer_ He could feel his hate fly at the man in the chair across the room. So much hate. Why did he kill her? His little girl? Oh, why? Why, why, why, why her?...
Creative Writing Prompt #3: Character Study
_Waitress at the End of Her Shift_ She cleared the dishes up from the table that the last customer of the day had sat at, and placed them into the sink. She walked over to the sign on the door and flipped it, so that the 'open' side faced inwards. She...
Poem #65: Alone
_Alone_ Two boys sit alone in the dark: One has love and the other hate. Two friends from birth they became, Only to have the world break them apart. The boy with love Remembers days when his father Walked in the doorway smelling Of urine,...
The Wilderness
The twigs littering the ground felt like knives tearing at his feet as he ran. Leaves whipped his face as he hurled himself through the trees and overgrown bushes. The forest lay quiet, but his lungs were screaming with agony, and his heart was beating...