Here to strengthen my creativity muscles and better my writing skills | Open to feedback, always looking to improve!
Here to strengthen my creativity muscles and better my writing skills | Open to feedback, always looking to improve!
If I count the ways I love you, I’d have to write a formula. It would have to be a sequence formula. I know, I hate those. But it’s necessary for all the ways I love you. The limit would be infinity because there’s new things I love about you everyday. And I guess if that’s the case, our function would be unbounded....
It’s a Sunday, it’s a Sunday, it’s a Sunday. Just a regular Sunday with the dread of work on Monday. A Sunday where I’ll clean the bathroom, like I do every Sunday. The end of the weekend where I finish up my chores that I pushed aside on Saturday. It’s the day where I sit on the carpeted floor, even though the two cushion couch is perfectly empty, and I’ll watch the sunspot crawl across the groun...
Crocheted scarf from 2019,
Lips smothered in Vaseline,
Empty trees reach out to dreary skies,
Winter chill squeezes her thighs,
Soaked socks from piles of slush,
Walk back home in a rush,
Streetlight illuminates the falling snow,
Window let’s in an amber glow,
Snuggled in heaps of sheets,
While snow decorates the streets,
A girl below wrapped in a scarf of red,
While she sips hot chocolate in her...
Dear Nicholas,
It seems so formal writing your full name, and maybe that’s why I chose to write it that way. You’re probably wondering why I’ve wrote you this letter. Or why I’m even reaching out to you after it’s been so long. And hopefully you’re not freaking out that I still have your address taped to the inside of my kitchen cabinet. It’s just that I’m bad at keeping tidy. You know I’v...
Stupid Florida. Stupid 17 hour long drive to this humid place. What was even the point? The home they had left was perfectly fine. It had all the essentials she needed; soft couch cushions, a wide perch by the window for bird watching, and endless bowls of tuna water. Sure, the dog’s bathroom routine was inconvenienced by the snow, but Ginger failed to see why that was her problem.
She sat in her...
Swallow, it’s all I could do in the moment. No, wait, even that was hard to manage with the large lump in my throat. The pulse of my neck beat rapidly as if trying to escape the situation and leave me behind.
Hidden from their view, I stand just outside the building entrance. My body has become a fixed point on Earth. Warm light emanates from the bar, bringing with it the cheerful sounds of my wo...
Off the coast of Delta Blue
My hands have been here
At the edge of something new
Hanging on for years
Behind me lay tragic skies
The life I have known
Sea below crashes and cries
Where I felt alone
My fingers clutch a new life
A promise of change
But what if it brings me strife?
Scared of feeling strange
Weathered hands resemble stone
The past holds my pain
The future brings things unknown
Fore...
I come to with my head leaned down and hands wrapped around a wheel. The brain fog and slight headache make me groan, and all I can do is stare at what’s directly in front of me. Light pink? It’s the first color my eyes pick up on as they adjust to the light. No doors? My legs feel exposed in the vehicle seat I woke up in. I’m not in a car, but a go-kart!
Fully awake now, I look at my surroundin...
Then it begins. Her phone drops to the couch, feet dash upstairs. The screen still on. “REMINDER SUSAN BIRTHDAY. 3488 Burgsway Crossing @ 2pm 12/15”.
Rushed hands yank the drawer open and grapple for the contents inside. In her hands lay a 9 mm, the metal cold to the touch. She briefly considers. A deep sigh escapes her lips. Which would be better for her friend? Would the 9 mm do?
She shakes he...