ive been writing since i was in elementary school but lost my passion after high school. im hoping to revive it and continue writing stories i started years ago.
ive been writing since i was in elementary school but lost my passion after high school. im hoping to revive it and continue writing stories i started years ago.
The rain whipped my face as my legs carried me home. The sound of my breathe, my feet hitting the pavement is all I heard as I ran down the busy street. A few people stopped, some cursed as i pushed by them and others stared while probably assuming I was missing the last train near by. While it wasnt the latter I had to get as far away as possib-
"Woah!-"
Before I knew it I was on the ground, my...
Do you know what fascinates me? The Id, and how it effects everyone differently. I know you’re probably thinking of how satisfying it’d be to hear my calm words turn to panicked screams. But you’ve chosen wrongfully. If and when you kill me I promise I won’t cave in, I’ll fight you to the death and make this the least pleasant kill you’ve ever had. Better yet, I’ll be your last kill. Because the o...
The ink of my pen hasn’t dried
Smodged and incoherent as my mind
With little hearts that toe the lines
Of obsession or love that’s not defined
Virtuous morals causes disquietude
Anxiously wondering if you’ll make your move
I’ve done my part, planted the seed
Writing in pink “can I have your babies”
Who’d think things could get misconstrued
Condescending answers tore me in two
And to think you ...