Poetry

Long Forgotten Stories

  A hole is dug in the earthen ground, a sleeping bed, to those who make no sound. A final resting place, at peace, as seen upon their face. Not a worry or a care. Nothing disturbs within their lair. A wooden cave with a door, but no one comes to knock upon such doors.… Continue reading Long Forgotten Stories

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Love · Writing Prompts

#1 Dad (11/11/15 Wednesdays Scene)

He’d come back just in time to help us move. “Do I have to go? What if the kids make fun of me?” It wasn’t just a new school; it was an entirely new state. I had braces and glasses and had just made friends at my previous school to survive the bullying. We had… Continue reading #1 Dad (11/11/15 Wednesdays Scene)