Lexi

Aspiring creative writer, can’t ever stick to a theme so settling with short stories :) open to constructive criticism and a good conversation

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Lexi

Aspiring creative writer, can’t ever stick to a theme so settling with short stories :) open to constructive criticism and a good conversation

Writings

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Beggar Amongst Hounds

Lexi

1 min read

A quiet knock sounds,

I peer outside,

A beggar amongst hounds.

“Please, I need help!” The old woman cried.

Against my better judgement I let her inside.

From her cloak she unwrapped a child.

Between the coo and smiles

Of the newborn child,

The woman pressed her hand to her chest.

Blood leaked from her wounds that nearly invisible.

To her cut I pressed a cloth, trying my best.

But no matter how ...

Main Character

Lexi

1 min read

Sometimes I believe I’m the main character,

Sometimes I feel like the comedic relief.

That is, until I realize everyone has individual lives.

Lives that don’t revolve around me.

Sometimes I believe they are free,

Free from the constraints of society.

But that in itself is a stupid thought.

No matter how hard I fight, I’m always in a different tense, fought.

I’m not current,

I’m the past.

I’m the ...

The One Behind The Gun

Lexi

1 min read

Sometimes the monster we look for isn’t on the outside.

Sometimes the innocence we see in the mirror is a facade.

Sometimes the path we trod,

Is full of glass and sharp nails.

Sometimes the one behind the gun hides behind veils.

But, Sometimes that monster?

Is confusing, not even another person.

Its inside of us, the ones who start the fire, the cause of arson.

People spend years looking for the...

Murderer At The Breakfast Table

Lexi

1 min read

Blood runs thicker than water,

Until it doesn’t.

Until family turns, they’re missing a daughter

Serving cereal to the rich,

You find out they threw her body in the ditch.

Dialing the numbers into the phone,

A shadowy figure appears

“You’re not going home”

The son.

The murderer.

Cold spikes through your veins, fear.

Something hits your head

“Night night, time for bed”

Your vision goes dark and yo...

Crime

Floating Between Realities

Lexi

1 min read

In the sunny field where I reside

Two realities collide.

One of unconsciousness,

One awake,

How am I to choose a place?

The smell of lotus flowers fill my nose,

Shade rains down on me, like a cool hose,

The tree that my back is propped up on is no longer prickly,

I no longer feel sickly.

My body is deprived of sleep,

Now the senses I take in weep,

As I try to cross the border into dreams.

Just ...

Poetry

Magical Antics

Lexi

1 min read

One with no arm,

One with no head,

As the magic maniacs get ready for bed,

Lights are shut off,

In our large suite,

However lonely we are not, we cannot produce any beautiful feats.

The rest of our kind,

Can slay with a thought, or even fly.

Us? Mere parlor tricks,

We try and try but there is no fix.

We are different and special, in our own way,

Just like the prehistoric fae.

Their magic was l...

The Secret Of Anne McPoud

Lexi

1 min read

What is the secret of Anne McPuoud?

Well rumor has it that she skipped town.

She and her prom queen crown.

I hated that girl,

She made me hurl,

From the horrible stench

Of her ego.

What happened?

No one knows, no one cares

Just like looking at one out of a head of hair.

Well I did it

And it did it well.

I couldn’t shake the story from my lips

As my important speech came forward I said this.

...

The Tree Of Love

Lexi

1 min read

BOOM!

As the tree of love fell to the ground,

My heart tucked far away in my chest, nowhere to be found.

The leaves of romance and other relations

Fell

Like the land of war torn nations.

However, out of the dead, beauty can be found.

Flowers grow from the depths of the tree,

Moss covered roots whisper in glee.

The music and magic of the forest is all around,

Like a voice

An unstoppable choice.

...

Pulling The Trigger… Metaphorically

Lexi

1 min read

I didn’t know what else to do. He hurt me and broke my heart again and again and again. It started with a mild push, but as we all know, push turns to shove out of nowhere. He was going to kill me. He wouldn’t let off my throat. I pulled a knife from the rack and stabbed him before my vision went back. I woke up and his dead body was draped over mine. I screamed and panicked and knew I would go to...

Crime

Death

Lexi

1 min read

My 6th sense is hardly a blessing

A gentle caressing?

No.

Death.

My sense is to smell the smoke of death

Dates and times

They blur and rhyme

I try to escape but there is no cure

For something that is so impure....