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I wrote this for a college level creative writing course, but I never got feedback from my teacher as I turned it in towards the end of the semester. I don't consider myself as much as a write but I enjoyed writing this piece and like it. So I'm looking for any feedback I can get, thank you.
A refutation of the wrong notion on the part of the beloved.
Poetry | Updated Jan 5, 2015 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 0
Basically describing in minor imagery of the pain and sufffering that goes on in hell. Of course the real thing is lots worse.
Standing on a crumbling cliff edge, clinging onto one another as they face the great abyss of the unknown...
Short Story | Updated Feb 6, 2014 | Reads: 48 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A short story about conquoring inner fear and braving the unknown.
A poem about the Demon Abaddon.
The Creative Process at work
The morbid beauty that we meet at the end of the very end- Death
A poem I wrote last night when I was shut up in my room at night when things are the hardest to face and everything comes flooding back.
Sometimes I can't tell if I'm awake or asleep. Wherever I am this vision comes to be, sneaks up behind me, wraps itself around my feet as I walk. I smell it, I feel it and I am caught always waking, drifting, unable to shake this sleep out of my eyes.
I will add more as it comes.
By The Writer Strange
I honestly can't tell you how this came to be. I don't know, it just kind of happened.
Poetry | Updated Sep 11, 2013 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This is a piece of poetry I wrote, and I'll leave you all to determine the meaning behind it in the comments.
Now I know the truth.
By Cory Cortez
A sloppy short story of mine. It's a little abstract. I think it still needs a bit of polish and such. Let me know what you guys think, and above all, please enjoy! :D
Here's an introduction that I'm unsure about keeping:
This is a bitterly persistent rage, my tongue flexing itself as my lips...