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 them sound interesting, tell me and I shall...
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 infecting your being. It’s the child’s...
(It sounds better spoken out loud)
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 here?"
So you take a few steps back.
"He's been gone for a long time," I said, looking over my shoulder to the door behind me. "Yea, well, who cares?" said Lucille. I never cared much for her, she had always seemed much more interested in herself, than anything else. Her dirty blonde hair hung just above her...
for my writing career. On it, you can find my stories, poetry, and essays. I also have a blog on it about writing and being a writer. Please come visit it and let me know what you think of it. www.acraignewman.com
I´ve written my first essay when I was 8, and my first poem at the age of 10. They have become songs´ lyrics as soon as I started playing the piano. I´m currently working on a novel I plan to publish, and I hope EP would help a little; I just need to stay...
He doesn't hate gays,
But he does hate wars.
He doesn't have a name,
And he doesn't have a book.
He doesn't want your money,
My God's not a crook.
He doesn't need your prayer.
He doesn't think you owe him.
He won't send you to hell
Just because you don't know him.
... the snows of winter
come to mind
with cold flecks of chilled water chiseled and sculpted
in some fantastic gift to us
I want to lay against your nakedness against mine
another time and times time
I want to write a beautiful poem
To eloquently tell this world the dark I feel
I wish to show it my scarred heart full ablaze
For the world to at the feet of the poets muse to ever kneel
I want to change the way the world thinks
To have them truly value art and song
the patient has arrived to the ambulance section , the Nurses carried him form bed to bed . then the doctor came for him and asked :
what happened ?
Nurses : it is emotional shock , he is dieing . the doctor in shock : bring him here . then they put that things on his...
I took a piece of paper yesterday morning. And a pen, I said ¨no PC for this one¨ and started a new short story. I had no idea what i would have wanted it to be about, but ideas unfolded as I moved the pen towards that blank paper. I´ve felt like experiencing...
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 monitors measuring Maryann’s temperature, pulse...
Can I give u my mind for safekeeping? I am afraid to keep it for it scares me sometimes. Taunts me with echoes of what could have been. Love that I had lost just because I never asked. Pain felt just because I forgot. It always seems to know when I'm at the breaking point, only...
I like to write, and have several journals in my room. Whenever I get a noteworthy thought – an abnormal thought, or a poetic thought, I make a habit out of scrawling it down. Someday, someone might want to read them. The inner workings of my mind are both schizophrenic and...
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 the battle of this scarlet day.
I saw the...
When I was a kid in school, some of my teachers would get annoyed because they would catch me from time to time talking a little too much with my fellow students... And sometimes I wouldn't do my home work, as a consequence I would be punished for being a naughty girl (such a...
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 happened that evening. She almost...
I am a slightly pudgy middle aged woman ,who has lived a very hard life. Not to say this isn't true of 99% of all of us in this world today, but I am a survivor of many harsh and horrible experiences in my life time. Through all of it I have always been a dreamer ,who...
Yesterday I finally, after all these years of doing the garden the hard way, pick and shovel -- like my Grandfather, I bought a rototiller. Actually the wife was getting tired of my complaining about digging up the garden each Spring the hard way.
So, yesterday morning...
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 soldier spoke up, interrupting the Major. “I...
If I told you how I feel
Would it break your heart
That this world is full of pain and suffering
With every pull of it's tide slowly tearing me apart
I used to think anguish was just a phase
That some day I would grow out of the pain
Now all I see on the horizon is dark and cold...
If I had an unbroken heart
What manner of things to me do you think it would say
Would it be as the chords upon a violin mournfully woven
Of what mysteries and secrets would heavenly harp thus play
To make it out of this life full of treachery
Undamaged though I never shall know...
Why can't i just let go
And all I know
Why can't I just be wrong
So if I try to fight
At lease I'll still feel strong
Because I'm not afraid to crash,
I'm afraid to fall.
Because I'm not afraid to die,
I'm afraid to be alone.
Because I'm not afraid to try,
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.
“I hear it.” Maryann sat up brushing her long hair out of her eyes. “Oh, I slept too heavy. I don’t remember falling...
Of all three, I did them all. I use to write poetry, short stories, and novels. Though, I never tried to get any of my work published. And many of them I keep on my hard-drive, unread by others. And a few I had made into public websites to entertain others. :-)
I don't wish to...
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
I am not black
I am brown like earth
and this may not seem hip
but I will hop higher and longer
Hey... Okay so I'm a writer. I'm working on several projects at one time, this is the story of my life (I'm also reading about 5 books at the moment also)
Any who I just needed to vent! My mind is like this water fall spilling over with the most beautiful water but I can't keep...
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 Frankfurt am Main, Germany. Both were in the...
The title of this blog entry is purposefully misleading but accurate nonetheless. The plumbers came this morning to sort out our leaky toilet in the seldom used downstairs bathroom. It transpired that it wasn’t the toilet at all but a broken pipe leading to the bath...
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 voice came on answering the phone...
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 spark
and our makers lost their care
The beautiful one
Tears that stream from her brown eyes
Perfection and poetry sealed into one being
A truest beauty is she though this she denies
If only to be close to her for a moment
To share with her reflection she makes upon my heart
To let her know that in this moment I...
as long as I can remember. Everyone has their way of expressing their inner self and my way is through writing. There are thousands and thousands of words in the English language and all of these words have so many meanings, and these meanings can be written down to express...
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 express what cannot be expressed in words?
A blind girl finds love where she least expects to find it, across the hall from her with a guy she would never have met otherwise. The Institute for the Deaf and Blind placed her in the old apartment building on the third floor of the apartment building, and no elevator to help...
There was nothing that you didn’t know about Ian and most of it you learned well before seeing him. He himself talked a lot about his personal life, his view of life and his way of life. He was a programmer, an atheist and a rich leftist.
'Can't we all just get along?' I thought as I stood on the edge of the balcony of the cheap downtown apartment I was renting. I was surrounded by buildings older than I, yet they were young in comparison to the secrets I knew of. The pigeons cooed to each other from the rooftops...
It's been a long time dear friend
Since we've sit together and passed the time
Oh the many great adventures that we had in our youth misspent
We dwindled away what many would call our prime
If you ask me it was worth every moment
Worth every second left to waste
I wish I could...
You ask me;
why chase happiness
or wear a grin
when life as we know it
is covered in our own morbid sin?
suicide, how tempting
leaving the mourners
half of a heart
the beginning to their ending
You speak of souls
laying out to dry
our little hearts fragile...
So far I've written several short stories, completed one novel (which sucked), and managed to squeeze a handful of good poems out of hundreds of attempts. Nothing is publish. Yet.
One novel that has been slow coming is something I'd like to publish someday. It's based on Sting's...
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 he pushed the shopping cart with Maryann...
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 considered for Booker. Book sellers across the...
Alone in the corner of my world
My existence here I seem to spend
Praying for some sign of life from the outside
That the monotonous burning of this dwindling candle will happily end
I wish not for death
But neither am I sure I've ever felt alive
I do not know what to do to end...
Here I am yet again
In my thoughts alone with myself
A bitter weeping that ever grows inside me
Any thoughts of a happy future long ago put on a shelf
What would it be like to find happiness
What would it sound like to know and sing praises of delight
I think up ahead I might...