I have decided, as a way to exercise my creative juices, I’m going to start posting my dreams. It will be a great way to (hopefully) improve my memory and work on my dusty writing. I haven’t been in the creative writing mood lately, so hopefully this will help… Last night, my boyfriend called meContinue reading “Dream Journal- Part One: Grim Reaper”
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Wildest Dreams- Drive
When I asked where we were going, Mr. Prent replied, “Let’s get out of this town; drive out of the city, just… get away from these crowds of students and teachers…” And witnesses. “I like the sound of that.” So we went on a long drive. No destination in sight. Maybe Mr. Prent got theContinue reading “Wildest Dreams- Drive”
Runaway Train
The first in a series of short stories inspired by Songs. Pressing the dials on the payphone, I called her up in the middle of the night. All was dark and quiet. I felt like a firefly without a light. She was a blowtorch always calling me to her side. She picked up on theContinue reading “Runaway Train”
Tick-Tock
He could hear the ticking echo through his ears. When the minute hand moved he felt the stinging in his heart which grew stronger and stronger. He knew he was running out of time. His breath felt like thunder, shaking in his bones. Each step he ran was a race against the hour hand. Tick.Continue reading “Tick-Tock”
Sigh Of Death
I looked deep into his crystal eyes and knew it was the end. With his warm, strong hands wrapped around my neck I could hear my heartbeat echoing within my eardrums. It slowed itself to a dull hum as the black crept into the corners of my vision. Not once did either of us breakContinue reading “Sigh Of Death”
Teetering Edge
On the ledge Water’s edge Face to face with death Falling to pieces You’re my glue But what if your presences ceases? Teetering on the cliff The slightest amount of wind And I could plummet Slowly sliding off Will you catch me Or let me fall?
Life Or Death
It blew its hot breath in my face The clamminess of it sent shivers down my spine I could tell by its methodical gaze That it weighed my life in its claws. Life… Death… Which would it choose? The breath I dared not breath Burned in my chest, just begging Begging me to open myContinue reading “Life Or Death”
A Stressed Poetic Vent
There’s so many Thoughts and feelings I’m experiencing Right now And I’m trying my damnest To get them all out On to paper And into words Truth be told I have no idea what’s going on In my head In my heart I want to blame it on others But for what? Why am IContinue reading “A Stressed Poetic Vent”
I Could Jump
I could jump… No one is around to stop me. With just the slightest movement I could be falling Down into the river Raging on and on. I could fall… Right now off of this old wooden bridge If I were to do so, Would anyone even care? Would I be missed? Would my nameContinue reading “I Could Jump”
Still Alive
You had to be kidding me! The way she went on and on about him even though she knew. She knew that I still loved him. The envy burned a hole in my gut at the realization he liked her better than me. To him I was only a toy. Someone he could manipulate andContinue reading “Still Alive”
Mercedes Moore 