cynthiae77

Primary tabs

TypeTitleAuthorRepliesLast updated
StoryCalling Kilb50135 years 4 months ago
StoryPoppies for my daughter seashore337 years 10 months ago
StoryIn a Green Grave hilary west97 years 10 months ago
StoryDeath cynthiae77010 years 8 months ago
CollectionPoems, Etc. cynthiae77010 years 8 months ago
CollectionGrave Obsession cynthiae77010 years 8 months ago
StoryDecember shopping Rhiannonw411 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Fruit Cake Twins delapruch412 years 4 months ago
StoryGrave Obsession / Chapter 6 cynthiae77212 years 4 months ago
StoryGrave Obsession / Chapter 5 cynthiae77212 years 4 months ago
StoryI Breathe Shannan312 years 4 months ago
StoryDirty little footprints lavadis512 years 4 months ago
StoryYou are the last of them lavadis712 years 4 months ago
StoryI Am Still Me cynthiae77712 years 4 months ago
StoryCathedral Window. ScoZen1412 years 4 months ago
StoryGrave Obsession / Chapter 4 cynthiae77212 years 4 months ago
StorySpace maggyvaneijk2312 years 4 months ago
StoryGrave Obsession / Chapter 3 cynthiae77312 years 4 months ago
StoryHope In A Strange Corner tcook2012 years 4 months ago
StorySilvers Wish Chapter 2 thecure112 years 4 months ago
StoryOver it! cynthiae77212 years 4 months ago
StoryWhat Happened Dad alfie1997312 years 4 months ago
StoryRiding on Steel Parson Thru1112 years 5 months ago
StoryGrave Obsession / Chapter 1 cynthiae771012 years 5 months ago
StoryGrave Obsession / Chapter 2 cynthiae77612 years 5 months ago

My collections

My stories

I Am Still Me

My father lost his sight in an accident when I was a child. I remember being scared and not understanding. This poem is an interpretation of my father explaining his blindness to me.

Grave Obsession / Chapter 6

Michael and Bryn receive a mysterious package.

Over it!

Tears falling from eyes unseen, distorted perceptions of what used to be a dream. Reality finally settling in, no longer searching for what could have been.

Death

Death has come knocking once again I don't know, should I let him in? He has been at my door twice already I send him away, I'm not ready. It's only a matter of time before he comes back

The Accident

Rain pounding, a wind howling roaring through the night. Clarity gone, a bitter tone replaced by a sinful fright. Red flows, a lifeless glow never again to see light. He cried,

Pages