I came across your shoes today, when I thought I had put thoughts of you thrown away. I didn't expect to keep these shoes but I didn't know what else to do. I never saw your face but in my heart you still have a place. So I will put…
A real life account of a tormented soul, the long journey that encompassed both the physical and emotional horror, the darkest secrets and candid expression of a journey that is now filled with understanding, healing, and endless possibilities for the future.
This is just the first part of a short story I am writing-it is NOT final. I am just posting this to see what you guys think and if you want me to write more. I could turn this into a novel if you guys want. I chose to write…
All acts of violence, whether perpetrated on an individual or a people are atrocious. None are less or more atrocious than the other. All are abysmal.
In order to fight a cause successfully you must have the means to do so and ‘right’ on your side. But what is ‘right’?
Ernest leaves the house without his shoes and has a very important meeting for which he can't be late.
Written with ONIN LOndon as part of the ongoing web short story series High Society (http://oninonline.com/category/london-arts/)
Executing judgement: Easy. Empathy and Apathy: Hard.
Jeremiah 22:3 "Thus says the Lord: Do what is right and just. Rescue the victim from the hand of his oppressor. Do not wrong or oppress the resident alien, the orphan, or the widow, and do not shed innocent blood in this place."
I wrote this poem thinking about all the times where I feel so socially anxious. I suffer from it quite a lot. This poem may seem a little bit darker compared to my others, but the message is still good, I believe!
Charlotte Hanson doesn't have many friends because of her obsession with clothes and shoes. She completely prefers to be locked up in her room, counting her many pairs of shoes than have sleepovers with the popular kids. But Charlotte knows the rest of her life can't just be revolved around…
A stand in the Vapor Mist trail
deaf ears to Criers wail.
Jackstand Alone amidst the crowbar Junkyard
leaning hard on a windless day.
Kid at the Corner store no Change No Chore
Super Clean Heat no Glory for evermore.
No pantolones only remembered stories
Sixteen year old Ally Thomas was a normal teenage girl, until she got a stalker. She met Chase when she was fourteen, and they quickly became friends. He told her she was beautiful, and wonderful and after a week they were dating. Until he started to get clingy. She broke…