I Am a Writer of Poetry, Short Stories and Novels Stories of Experiences

Later the two changed, Dave took Maryann to the commissary where she was able to get the items she needed plus a few extra groceries for the apartment. Maryann had her list of items figured out. Dave looked the part of a married man as...

An autobiographical/biographical fictional story of one year in Germany.
Romance/Drama – Military 1973-74
Love conquers all, so the saying goes. Seven thousand, four hundred plus air miles separated Dave and Maryann; Hawaii, USA to...

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Maryann could see Dave was thinking – or remembering something that he had suppressed a long time ago. At first the words came haltingly. Maryann watched his expression change; gone was his happiness and joy, even after all that...

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Monday morning came too early as the alarm on Dave’s clock radio chimed at five a.m. Dave rolled over to nudge Maryann awake.

“Babe?”

“I hear it.” Maryann sat up brushing her long hair out of her eyes. “Oh, I...

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Maryann awoke Saturday afternoon in the 92nd General Hospital Intensive Care Unit. Her First Sergeant and Platoon Sergeant had already been to the hospital to visit her. A tangle of tubes and cables were suspended from various...

The end of September was upon them the beginning of October a week away; Maryann sat with a notebook as the Major went through the morning announcements.
“And now for the bad news, folks. Rifle qualification.”
“Um, sir,” a...

Shortly after the Saturday rifle range. Dave called the ADP department to have Maryann meet him at the PX rather than the bus stop first. Standing at his desk he dialed the number and leaned against the desk and cabinets.

A girl’s...

A painter uses paints to express what cannot be expressed in words.
A sculptor uses marble to express what cannot be expressed in words.
A musician uses sound to express what cannot be expressed in words.
Does a writer use words to...

That little girl there.
She plays with fire
an snakes and swords a plenty
Shes the one over there with the out stretched hand
at the cusp of a tooth barred mongrel
The bites and stings
and welts and blood
is no deterrent for yielding
It...

(It sounds better spoken out loud)

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There are some days that you remember
when you look over your shoulder
and see through the mist, the haze,
the fog inside your mind
and as you look back you wonder,
"Where am I,
and how did I get...

I saw red flames scorch the trees,
I saw swords crumble and hope fade.
For a simple word called Peace,
so much blood was to be paid.

I saw the arrows fly overhead.
I saw soldiers shout and pray.
I saw the horses scream when lead
into...

She makes it
she takes it
she holds and she brakes it
She strokes it
provokes it
builds and devotes it
It ebbs and it flows
but only she knows
providing she likes what she sees
But
Its been all too long
theres a burnin inside
a burnin...

I am not black
I am brown like earth

I am not black
cause if I was black I'd be the color
of an evening skyline after the sun
sank from the heavens into leaves
of solitude

I am not black
I am brown like earth
and this may not seem...

The daughter had no datum point, her pet's
nose drew in hues of dander. He was keen
to the young lady who wrote with a pen
admiration of paths yet worn by human treks.

The pair found creeks to walk in as they checked
cobbles for stoned...

The stars peered from the sky like peeping toms spying through the glass that shielded our lives from the cold cosmos for a bit of rest prior to reincarnation. Drunken chatter and squeals of intoxication sweated through the night. Ted...

I work... I work... I work.
I'm three, I'm in a tree.
In everywhere, final clarity.
In pieces in places.
We find,
you find,
I find.
We find, you find, I'm found.

And that. That eats.
That monster flies.
In skies, in minds,
in...

             Book One: Lilly meets Desmond Lilly was on cloud nine.  Her first novel, "Cupid strikes Twice" had just been published and already critics and journalists were writing rave reviews.  It was even being...

A child with ash for eyes stares at you from a stool. It sits there in the shadows. You see only an outline and those horrible, malformed eyes. You feel an empty anxiety building up, a pain in the back of your mind, an impure thought...

Once upon a time…
a myth prodded my mind
the branding iron labeled me
stamped a number
an expiration date
a factory of Princess’
we were meant to be the same
sweet and innocent
blonde, brown, red hair
but our eyes have lost the...

well, I have a short story due tomorrow and this is what I've got so far, a couple of intros. Tell me which story sounds more interesting to you so I can continue writing it! OH and I have a serious writers block right now so if none of...