Tag: creative writing
The First Day
A rhythmic beeping permeated the darkness. A warmth squeezed somewhere at something. Then, there was light. An impulse twitched and flicked my soon to be recognized eyelids. In my periphery, a soft blue blur came into focus. It draped over an arm – my arm. My tremoring vision followed my left arm to the source ...For Madison – A Free-Verse Poem
colors vibrant beneath the sun’s light, a clash, a collide, within the scope of your eyes. how bright the world must be to see what you must see, uplifting thoughts to think, always to float, never to sink paint-covered hands grace worn piano keys, count to four and back again; what whispers of music can ...Rush
Taylor comes home from work to find the room a complete mess. The floor is littered with red solo cups, dirty clothes, and papers from one of the two desks that occupy the room. Her roommate, Ashley, is face-up on the bottom bunk. “Ashley,” Taylor says, “are you awake?” Ashley doesn’t respond; she steps closer, ...An Unlikely Coping Mechanism
I was like every other creative kid growing up. I had imaginary worlds that I created to help me deal with problems in my everyday life. I created a planet called Planet S. Please forgive me for being unoriginal, but the S is for Stephanie. I was six. I can’t even lie, and say I ...- Memoir & AutobiographiesCultureEntertainmentHealth & WellnessCreativityParenting & FamilySelf-Help & RelationshipsFiction
Stronger
Content Warning: contains references to assault, drug use, death of a parent, and child abuse. When we spotted her, she sat in the corner. A tiny child holding a doll, she picked its poofed hair with the ferocity of potential future trichotillomania. Her skin’s patches of white and darker tan contrasted with the doll’s color ... Pulse – A Flash Fiction
“Will it hurt?” The question posed was not an uncommon one for the surgeon. But as he looked into the boy’s bright blue eyes, eyes on the verge of tears, eyes that could not disguise the horror that he felt, a catch formed in the surgeon’s throat, and he had to look away as ...The Faker Baker
There once was a cookie baker, whose skills proved she was a faker. Replacing sugar with salt, was enough to make me halt. She could no longer find a taker.Generational Curse
I don’t want to be a link On this chain of misery Forged from blood Of broken hearts Twisted and rusted From endless tears I don’t want to spread the poison Passed from them to me It coils through my veins Infects the victim, Through anger, and insecurities I don’t want to keep the fear ...