A Different Story
Then there were the children who grew up differently, in a world that was so evil, a witch wasn’t needed to capture its image. There were no pin-pricks here…
Ink, Bovines, and the Great Religious Divide
“Benjamin, stop doodling,” his mother rasped in a harsh whisper. “Yes ma’am,” he obediently whispered back. Only after she returned her attention to the pulpit…
The Tree Song- Part 1
It may be wrong to do what’s right When what’s right is always wrong And what’s wrong is always rightfully thought By the thinkers of the right But you think…
Come One! Come All!
Oscar H. Ringling, the forgotten brother, was always on the outer with his family. Maligned by his father when he decided at an early age to not follow in…
The Mystery of being Similarly Different
Sam isn’t odd looking or is unusual in his appearance. He’s not mentally retarded or diagnosed with any physical or psychology illness. He’s just Sam. The Sam…
Recovery
Breaths of alabaster frost Billow up like willow flowers loft. A barren tree’s embossed Unto the scenery when Snow flakes make Its tendrils pillow soft again.
Screw This!
Screw this! Why the hell should I be sorry? Why on Earth do I need to be sorry for who I am? I hereby regret to inform you that I am me! And I’m sorry that…
Something's wrong here
Childish. He thought I was childish? At the time a man with a dark blue coat came in the cafe. Jose became tense and pulled up his newspaper. When the man sat…
Open Wide
“Come sit in the chair, Andy. Dr Peele will be here shortly,” an assistant with short bleached hair and a nose ring informed the lanky teenager, standing…
different=death part 3
Seconds later while inside the abandoned house she heard snickering outside the window. “Here doggy, come out come out where ever you are.” The two vampires…
Different=death part 2.
Fangs protruded from their mouths as they wickedly smiled after their prey. As they closed in on her Annalise saw that they were pale white, whiter than snow…
Different=death
She ran from the house as flames licked the walls of her room and spread to the rest of the house swallowing it into a giant mass of flame and destruction…
Writer's Start Over
Maturity is subjective Not necessarily expected But its always accepted Most of the time respected No good to let yourself be baited To feel under appreciated…
Mad D. Lynn
“Thriller! Thriller niiiiiighhhhhht!!” I sing out as we drive down the highway, top down on the car and the smell of rain in the air. “You’re entirely insane.”…
My Life Story: part 1
At first, you are put in the middle. You have no clue what to do. When you are young you don’t know any better then just to go along with what others are…
Burst
I think one day I’m just going to burst. One day, I’m just going to spill it all out. I’m going to tell you everything... before I can stop myself. I’m…
Lyri Trent
Lyri straightened her outfit and looked out the window of her apartment. She didn’t quite understand why she dressed herself so well when she was going…