The Little Ghost That Sat All Alone

The chill in the air seemed oddly inviting to the little ghost that sat all alone. Being without skin, the ghost could actually feel the breeze blow through him.

Monsters 11: Shadow

When I awoke, I could barely move. No doubt they had both taken turns in beating me. Every time I shifted, I felt vomit rise in my throat, but only once did I actually throw up.

Monsters 10: Bittersweet

blinked at him after his question, though it sounded like more of an accusation, and opened my mouth to speak. But my body decided to react first and I hit him.

wilderness

prose poem,race experiences

Why are we here?

Anyone arrive on earth would feel this purpose, angels or aliens or what maybe somekind of holier for if not to save them oh why are we here? We are not, no holy saviour

Dewdrop

yearning poetry
Cherry

Duality

She’s not the sort that bares her soul With tales of pain With tales of woe She contains the pain She keeps it tight It haunts her Each and every night She walks the walk

Girl

Girl Trapped in past reflections Girl Braiding up her hair Girl Dreams of her Prince Charming

The Wind is a Child

The wind is a child Wanting to play with all it finds; Leaves, rubbish, hats and umbrellas. The wind is a child With a child's tantrums destroying easily,
Cherry

Blackberry Wine

(Edit) The berries yield to our touch...

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