creative writing
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To the One Left Behind
A box of pebbles And cracked seashells Broken echoes Of an ocean lullaby Remnants Of pleasant memories Rippling the dark sands Washed of the dawn’s Footprints That had once lingered In harlequin flushes On the serene shores Where her heart Had touched the sun — Such a pitiable thing now Like a lost Wandering orphan Continue reading
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The Block: Draft 1
Today, I could not write Countless jars Scattered With the iridescent glimmer Of unfinished thoughts At my feet Continue reading
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The Roper’s House
The last house on Elmers Road was like a hideous scab that wouldn’t go away. But for whatever reason, it was a hoarded relic attracting intrigue and scorn. Weathered strips of yellow tape still hung around the property with its unkempt hem of browning foliage. Five years ago, Mr. Roper had slaughtered his family within Continue reading
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Monochrome World
A look through Jared’s photo albums revealed endless spreads of monochrome. A world rinsed in gray undertones as if they were ancient stills he’d collected from old newspapers. Megan knew all his photos were recent, part of some personal project he’d mentioned to her briefly, but the beauty of his shots was subdued by the Continue reading
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Weekend Writing Prompt #196 – Possess
She only wanted his heart, but he wasn’t hers to possess. It’s been a little over a year since I last participated in SammiCox’s weekend writing challenge. I didn’t get much of a chance to sit down with my books and thoughts today, but I still wanted to get something written — even if it’s Continue reading
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Stockholm Romance
He’d been gone for an eternity. Time had tumbled from its axis the second the latch clicked in place. But, as soon as he returned to her, her ragged pulse calmed with her quieting sobs. He undid the iron cuffs securing her to the bed and she flung herself against him. In his hand was Continue reading
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Beneath the Sycamore
With pens dipped In the ruby inkwells Of our hearts We wrote each other Scarlet promises On scraps of parchment (Such silly children) Staring at each other We placed them On our tongues And swallowed Those bittersweet vows Beneath The sycamore tree Still standing Though our love Had long withered On the wings Of spring Continue reading
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Hiding Place
Choked on flushes of redFlooding beyond asphalt lipsTo its fertile coreThe earth groansWith tears of the sunEmbittered on the shallowsOf innocence lostAnd the moonCannot spread her thick veilQuickly enoughTo hide the open gazeOf hapless starsAs death devoursThe vulnerableThe weakThe unsuspectingLike a beast –Jaws drenched in crimsonMercilessly tearingThrough veins and tendonsOf its dying prey –And in Continue reading
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Sleeping In
The dawn always came filled with memories. It would’ve been better if its bosom was only plump with new promises and a fresh expectancy, but the things that gave her bittersweet feelings always followed along. Like the pains she suffered from her pillows being soft in some places while poking her neck sore in others. Continue reading
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Moment of Clarity
Do dogs ever realize they’re chasing their own tail? Round and round in hilarious circles, jaw snapping to catch that elusive flash of fur. It’s always funny to watch them spiral about madly. But in my case, I didn’t realize I was pretty much doing the same thing: running after my own shadow. Continue reading
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