39. NYC. Author. Poet. What I post here won’t be full stories or full of detail. Just a way to practice my writing. I also have a writing group I share this with and that’s why I keep things short.
39. NYC. Author. Poet. What I post here won’t be full stories or full of detail. Just a way to practice my writing. I also have a writing group I share this with and that’s why I keep things short.
‘He’s chasing me!’ Donatella thought as she ran through the field. She hiked up her long, white dress to keep her from tripping. She held it up with one hand as she held a lantern with the other, running to save her life.
“Come to me,” the stranger called out.
Donatella looked back, regretting her decision when she saw the stranger pick up his pace. She had to run faster if she wanted to get aw...
Damage has be done
The desire to be with you
is long in the past.
Rejection at its finest
Made me feel useless
ugly
not good enough for you.
You spoke no words
yet, it hurt
The behavior you displayed
Judging me for being different.
Wasn’t like the other girls you know
I never intended to be
I am me
Take it to leave it.
Your decision was loud and clear
for all to see
When again you pushe...
Sam walked out the streets and surveyed everything around them. The apocalypse left the city destroyed, the city he once called home. Now, he didn't know who was still around or if he was the only one that was spared.
He walked for days, hardly sleeping at night. He didn't know what was around, especially the ones who were behind the end of the world. The news made it out to be an act of natu...
'I wonder which one it's going to be this year,' was my first thought when I woke up this morning. You see, it was April 26, the day when all of us lose one sense for the day. Which one? We never know until that moment.
When I opened my eyes and saw my surroundings, I knew my sight was still in tact. And I could hear my alarm going off. I shrugged and grabbed my phone and smiled. 'Perfec...
'How did I get here?' Mary looked around, confused to find herself standing in the middle of a street. The last thing she remembered was falling asleep in her own bed, but now she didn't know where she was or how far she was from her home. It was the sounds of police sirens and fire engines that woke her up. Across the street, she saw the commotion. A building completely engulfed in flames.
'...
We’re not here for long.
The timing is neither right or wrong.
Often we spend the day,
thinking of things that don’t matter and wasting away.
We can’t take our days for granted,
doing nothing and keeping our feet planted.
Never knowing when the end may come,
but we all have the same outcome.
(Note: I don’t usually write poems with a rhyming scheme so this is a challenge for me)...
Brian paced the room, looking up at the clock on the wall. Naomi Bryne, the CEO of Mr. D's IGA was coming in today and wanted to speak to him. He was the head of the truck drivers section for the company and today was a big meeting. The drivers wanted a raise and Brian had no choice than to be the one to speak to Naomi.
'What if she doesn't want to hear what I have to say?' He thought. He'd ...
I need to disconnect from the craziness of the world. That is what I want more than anything in the world. And I knew the perfect place where I could get that. It was a hidden room in an abandoned building only I knew about.
I stepped out of my house and walked to the building. A subtle hiding place that I stumbled across one day. I should’ve kept on walking. That would’ve been the smart thing ...
It began as all bad days do, starting when I woke up late for work. I rushed out of my house without any breakfast, figuring I could grab something along the way. Boy was I wrong.
The subway was late. Big surprise there. All the years I've been living in the city, not once had it ever been on time. Sometimes I wonder why I even bother taking it in the first place. The train finally arrived,...