The Car Alarm (Writing Exercise #4)
Setting: inconsequential Subject: car alarm δ He was awakened by the turbulent sound of a toilet flushing. He felt as if he had been awake for days, and he just wanted some sleep. The thin […]
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He is Nothing
She could have hit a thick tree branch, or a stone, or some other road debris. The squirrel could have made a clean getaway and was now hiding in the bushes somewhere laughing at her.
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A Trail to Destiny (Creative Writing Exercise #2)
I could not look down for fear of seeing where I was heading. I could not look up because, well, “up” had rejected me. All I knew was at this moment I was married to this piece of glass, and if that glass wouldn’t accept me all I could do is try to accept it and hang on for fear of falling into the abyss.
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Old Harriet (Creative Writing Exercise)
To be honest, it wasn’t the rather unspectacular car or the completely unremarkable dent that had me transfixed. The concave crater formed by someone’s mistake was streaked with a cobalt-blue paint as if someone had applied it with their fingers. The paint was a unique kind of color, one that I didn’t see much of, but one that had brought fond memories into view. One that had me lost in a combination of yesterday, today and tomorrow.
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my Sweet Affinity
How much is too much Of me? How much can you hear? How much can you see? How much can you bear Of me, my Sweet Affinity? Which time is the last time You’ll […]
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I F*cking Love You {Adult Language}
You touched me there And I awakened The light inside of me burst to the heavens above God Herself took notice And smiled… I try to find the words To describe this feeling The […]
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Love’s Own Forgiveness
You can fee the icy stare of sin glare at you from some unlit corner of your mind. It looks not at you, but through you, using the attachments you have to your own judgments against […]
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Our Love Heals
I am unsure and like a child again searching for her arms, her breast, her soothing voice. The tears I cry are hidden by the salty remains of the wave I let loose on the world, but they are there. Sometimes best cried in solitude, other times best hidden from even the parts of me that want to let them flow.
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The Unkempt Man
A man walked into church one day. He looked haggard, tired, unkempt and his clothes were unwashed and wrinkled as if he had slept in them for days. He could not help but notice the stares of the congregation as he moved to a pew near the back of the building.
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A Conversation of Love
My friend you ask such a wonderful question! Let me try to answer you in the only way I can. Let’s be still for a moment…
