Backing up all my writing files and found this one from high school that I enjoyed. We were to do a write on the Canteberry tales. I decided to write my own rendition of it.... vaguely flirting with the idea of completing it with all the characters ( Read more... )

Breathe in the soft pure air, he says ( Read more... )

we build ponds ( Read more... )

"Shit always works itself out."--- one very wise person.

She was happy it was raining outside. The street light from the corner gave the dusk a hazy glow found only in the city. She watched from the window as the drops hit the puddle, one by one, slow and steady. Each little splash seemed to last only an instant, a tiny flicker before it became apart of the larger puddle, lost forever. She sat, idly ( Read more... )

Let me tell you a story ( Read more... )

Something I wrote quite awhile ago, early this year around March or April I think. I've been inspired by others to attempt to write short stories again, so I figured this might get ppl in the mood to read and provide feedback ( Read more... )

She sits, surrounded by the world around her,
immersed in the flower of beauty
and she is the flower, petals
opening for all to see in the ripness
of bloom, bold and tragic
in the fragile light of dawn,
following the sun across the sky to the waning dusk.

A leaf fell from a tree this evening
and hit me directly on the head.
Startled, I woke up to see the world
and was suprised for I never knew that
I had fallen asleep.

The cave ( Read more... )