Category: Creative Writing

Let’s face it, I’m tired. Yet I’m requiredto rap this, my tastes and desiresare made to be fired up everyday that I’m at this, I’m basically wired to practice, it takes me…

I am performing for a poetry slam of sorts tonight, and I was asked to write a poem given the theme “Walking Barefoot.” Yes, you heard me right. Did I mention it’s…

(Start this story from the beginning) It was another fine Saturday in the park. The older kids played basketball, and the younger kids played on the play structure. Stevie was playing basketball…

(Start this story from the beginning) “Theth tho nithe, Charlie! I love her! Theth amathing!” Tim was sitting in one of the chairs in the backyard, his eyes ringing with delight as…

(Start from the beginning of the story) Nan was not happy to see the state of the backyard. Her lovely flowers had nearly been destroyed, as evidenced by the tufts of dirt…

(Start this story from the beginning) It had been four days since Rose came into his life. Charlie had been holding his breath the whole time, yet, as luck would have it,…

(Read this story from the beginning) Tim would not stop bugging Nan about meeting Charlie’s dog. Was it not bad enough that she had to think about what to do with this…

(Start this story from the beginning). Charlie almost couldn’t believe it. I have a dog. The words were new to him, and they felt good. Do I have a dog? Is this…

(Read this story from the beginning) Nan was back home, sitting at home with phone in hand about to call Charlie. She always aimed to contact him only sparingly. She wondered if…