Tag: creative writing
I Am My Sistah
I am my sistah and she is me I am African Caribbean Latin American BLACKI am she and she is me.Uncertainty
...warriors are human too and that means even the best of them fall prey To mortality and the inevitability of...The Red Maiden, Part Eighteen
Disclaimer: This is a work of Fanfiction, as none of the content is my original work. The characters are created by Stephen King and J.R.R. Tolkien. The content belongs to MGM and Screen Gems, as the 2013 film remake of Carrie was directed by Kimberly Pierce and produced by Kevin Misher, and additional production is ...Why Wait? The Boat Is Sinking Anyway
My efforts to solve failures go amissSomehow the goals keep moving in the mistI am misunderstanding what I need to knowI only understand what I already knowI am misunderstanding why they only throw me the bonesBut I understand the hurt of being hit by sharp stones There is a loud cheer from the crowdBut who ...My Fairytale Dreams (A Poem)
My fairytale dreamsI closed my eyesAnd dreamOf a time of Lords and LadiesKnights that fought for honor In my dream I seeA castle upon the hillSurrounded by perilFire breathing dragonWithin is a PrincessBeautiful of fire lock and emerald orbTrappedUntil one day on the backOf a great white steedHer Prince Charming comesTo save herThe clash of ...- RomanceCreativityParenting & FamilySelf-Help & RelationshipsPoetryMemoir & AutobiographiesEntertainment
True Love’s Song
Words can never expressHow with one swift moveYou capture my heartAnd steal me away From the day I met youTo the days that followI knew with you beside meI was safe and finally home From the moment I saw youI knew there was nowhereI could ever go without youFor you are my everything Thinking about ... An Appeal For Love
Russo the Raccoon has a Valentine's Day party coming up, just one problem, he doesn't have a date. He is looking for love...The Island Flamingo: Chapter 7
We wander into our hotel room and lay on our beds. I look out the window and notice the sun is still high up. I go over the morning’s events in my mind. The encounter with the flamingo never leaves my thoughts. My escort breaks my concentration. “How are you feeling now?” I sigh deeply. ...Life With Her
Kelsey’s bouncing with excitement before I’ve even found a parking spot. As soon as I turn the wheel and start pulling into an open space, she unbuckles her seatbelt and picks up her purse from the floor by her feet. Her ability to find excitement in the most ordinary, mundane things in life is one ...
