Creative Writing

Creative Writing

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We woke up with a line down our faces Split almost, but not quite evenly halfway We all held parts of the other side of the...
pixabay, pexels

Fallen

His body lay among the winter heliotropes on a mountainside, but from above he saw his disturbance on the earth and patted his tear and stroked...

A Wakeful Dark beneath the Eyes

Words cannot describe how sorry I am. I know exactly how you came across this, which books you’ve frantically read, what you desperately scoured...

No need for sleep

Belly full with laughter, guts plump with giggles, I crumble under your tickles. Face a rash of Cheshire cat, the only pain I feel Is the ache of burning...
Max Pixel

Morning

His name was Hans and he gave me red wine. The apartment was pristine, mostly white with a few loud splatters of red paintings....
Annie Tomkins

‘Ard

The more I saw it, the more I saw through it, or maybe behind it. Big Northern blokes, strutting with their elbows out like...