This is the second part of a creative writing story. 6 months before  My mom is not too happy with me; thank god I waited till my last week home to tell her.  "You worked so hard; we did not...

This is the first part of a creative writing story. Compassion for life. Even as a young girl, I've always had the same compassion for life. I can still remember I was about 6 or 7 when I was walking...

Why do you come and go? Making my heart fast and slow All I feel is constant danger More stress on my shoulders Making me pale like Granger A constant feeling this immense I look around...

Those watching from their windows saw The Woman’s flame burn out like lights during a thunderstorm: a stuttering flicker, and then darkness. She was wearing red. Red made her feel powerful, so she...

How did things like this start Why things took a new route Where things change your heart What made you give into doubt   The outside screams Pain and Fear But the inside tries to avoid How...

No matter the reason, We all wish the smallest bit To slow down the world. The one that makes no time for us The world that never really sleeps. The world that will yield to no man, No...

-Part 1- What is a villain? I certainly am one. I’ve killed hundreds, thousands. And yet a child decides to cling to me after I happened upon him. He follows close, holding my sleeve....

Part 1: Death had never really bothered Leah. She remembered the first time she encountered death. It was at the early age of five, and even then, she approached it with a calm understanding. The...

Yellow by Jenna Bell   The color yellow is ruined, Permanently settling uneasy in my stomach. It used to be my favorite, A reminder of everything good. But now I remember Long...

The boy runs down the stairs grinning ear to ear. This was his favorite night of the year because of the candy. When he walks into the kitchen his mother looked up with a smile on her face, “I’m just...

“Thank you, come again,” barked the old man as I pushed my way out of his pawn shop. Standing outside, facing the busy London street, I reached into the cheap plastic bag and pulled out the 1960’s...