A Writers Block
Well, I like writing.
A Writers Block
Well, I like writing.
Well, I like writing.
Well, I like writing.
Adam and Melody has just finished their dinner, it was their 1 year anniversary of dating. It was nothing special, but Adam still tried his best to prepare a good meal with the money they had in their joint bank account. Whether it was dollar store candles and microwavable cans of soup or a 5 star restaurant, it meant the same to Melody. She knew that Adam was doing his best and frankly, it was be...
“I have been seeing a car, sitting in the driveway of my neighbors yard for around fifteen days now. It never moves. Its sketchy.” I say to my therapist.
“You’re paranoid, it must be a work car that only drives during the night.” She answers.
“I am not paranoid, I have been up all night before. I watch that very car.” I respond. “I know there is something wrong with her,” I explain to my therapist...
In a small town, nobody would’ve guessed that such violent crimes could be committed. Kidnappings, murders, cults, and more. Will the protagonist, Gemma James survive through the crimes all while her little sister is in the hospital because of the crimes. Or will she give up, leaving her friends and family panicking?...
“Momma, I saw people walking through the dark at night.” I said “It was just a dream, sweetie” My mom said, thinking her words would comfort me. Later that night Mother said that the doors were unlocked, but still told me that everything was a dream.
“Momma, please walk me to the garage. I need to get my toy from the car!” I asked. “You are big enough to walk to the garage, I bet you can do it al...
In a library full of books, one stood out, it was like a neon glow in the dark. “Read it!” My friends blabbed. “I won’t know the language.” I said as I blew raspberry. “De’ saam kajam” I’d read “X marks the spot” my friend Tessa M. would say “I know it?!” We would all stare at the X on the map. “Sal ja’ff Tam Marcelo” I would read again “Tam Marcelo is my grandfather! He has been missing for years...
(This story is not about the audition, it’s the play)
I had done this before, but for some reason I had stage fright! I peeked through the big velvet curtains to see what I think is around 100- no.. 200 people. It was time, I quietly stepped into the center of the stage where the spotlight shined. My skin glistened under the spotlight. But suddenly while I was about to speak, my memory went blank...
My family moved a lot! Every time we would see my face on a telephone pole we would pack up and skip town. I didn’t think about it because I loved being Santa’s daughter! He would always be somewhere on December 25th, but he would always bring me and my brother back toys in the morning. On those special days he would tie us up on a chair so that we couldn’t be naughty for our mother. Mother somet...
Cold, the land was dry, water would be a miracle right now… The castle is guarded with machinery used in wars. I must go for bread, as I do every year. But suddenly the dry air turned into mist. This must mean we are close. Closer, and closer until I bumped into something, I felt around. Someone? There is never people out on cold days like today. “Who are you? we don’t like trespassers.” The myste...
Words can be hurtful, for even the smallest reasons. Now Bill, he had a friend, this friend was not taught manners, I’m not talking about table manners. He reeked of beer and cigars, he did not think about other people, all he cared about was the bar, bed, and Blaire. Blaire was his pretty wife, now Blaire was a true airhead. A model of millions who would make fights of tiny things, if you acciden...