Started writing this a few hours ago. I'll be honest and say I'm slightly drunk, so if there are any grammatical errors I apologize. I haven't finished the story yet, and I want to tie in the term "No Regrets" with my planned ending. Read it if you like, if…
Lyla Foreman thought she was ugly. The ugliest girl in the world-when she found out she had cancer.
She moves back to Sydney, Australia, her hometown where everyone points fingers and whispers about her behind her back.
While Attending a Support Group, she meets Hunter.
Hunter Grayson, is a complete…
"You know for years I've wondered why I'm still here, why I come back, why I fucking adore you and you can't utter three bloody words" he spat, venom in his words.
"Well," she stopped and puffed out the white smoulder from her blood-red lips, "No one asked you too"…
The title says it all, no?
I was mostly going for style and imagery here, not grammatical correctness so lovely people please don't preoccupy yourself with that. This is only the first run through. I do not plan to revise this. It is what is - an exercise.…
Expansive stretch of highway
From here to the Ether
Carbon Vapor anesthetizes
A Languid spirit,
Where reminiscing is a wish
Extinguished as my candle blows out-
Wax drips then solidifies in a
... Gaping meteor retreat of an ashtray
Count the Butts…
Joe 'Joker' Maloni is his name, to lead a life of crime is his aim. Not his game yet, still needs to figure a way to get into the big leagues, wants to run with the likes of Al Capone. Yeah, sure, when he does that, a flock of pigs'll…
A young, depressed man seeks closure through a burning cigarette on a cold night in one of the city's most luxurious hotels. He tries to understand the meaning of his problems since, to him..he should have no problems because he had bought happiness.
A boy at the age of 19, looking innocent as can be is really as deadly as a shark. A kidnapper and killer on the inside, and a cool quiet guy on the outside. James Bokan has always been the silent guy type. All throughout high school, he was ignored.…
No... not a poem about the odd mythical creature that just so happens to go by the same name. A poem from Erryn Meade's perspective directed towards Yannis Philippakis. But he doesn't smoke Malboros but... whatever.
Totally different from what I usually write, a lot more... negative? I kind of liked it. It's not a personal experience, because I am usually very anti-smoking but it fit the genre quite well. I enjoyed writing from a different angle because it was a cool experience.