Young Writers

 

Des Moines, 1979

Chapter 1 The shoes in the corner smelled like iron. Perhaps I compassionately sensed the last vestiges of slaughter from the tanned leather that was...

Dear You,... (its 3am)

Dear you, All I can think about Is the things I want to say too you The things I want to do with you And the places I want to go with you You make me...

Age

Age is just a number. Yes. But our current age should represent all the previous ages that we've experienced. But it's a choice. It's a choice...

Possession

Through bewildering eyes and gracious design you are not yours and I am not mine

Clocks on a Wall

Clocks on a Wall Ticking, To count up, To count down? Waiting for questions, That only time could tell. Will I fit in your box? Will you fit in mine...

A Visitor 3: Revised

He started to walk around the apartment. Then, he stopped. -What did she tell you? -That you raped her. -Do you believe her? -Yes. -It's not true. It...

A Visitor 2: Revised

He looked at her. Was she really psychotic? Did she really blame her father for everything? Wasn't there another side to the story? -I also want more...

A Visitor: Revised 1

He sat in his office, exhausted. He was not quite sure that he was a good writer. Knock! Knock! -Who is it? -It's me. -Me who? -I'm one of your...

Untitled

The unedited version of my english final. A reflection of my work in the past that compares formal to creative writing.

Map Girl - Chapter 6

Chapter 6 The next few weeks that followed my authoritative breakthrough were all vaguely similar. Wake, endure 5 hours of school, meet with Mr Casey...