writing
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Writer’s Block
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The Package – A Short Story
“What do you mean, you can’t get here?” she bellowed. Wow, I wouldn’t want to be the person on the other end of that phone call, I thought to myself. Even over the noise of blaring taxi horns, trash trucks, and commuters carrying on work-related conversations, this woman’s voice rose above them all. “I don’t care. You have ten minutes to get here, or so help me -” Whoever she was talking to must have cut her off. As a result, a vein in her forehead bulged and the pitch of her voice rose another octave. “I don’t want to hear your excuses. Just get here. Now! No, I’ll stay…
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Who I Am
Quite honestly It’s not about wanting to be with anyone else It’s about wanting to be with myself Be true to who I am Who I was Who I’m supposed to be
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A Crack In My Soul
There is a crack in my soul left by you You came in like a powerful wave sweeping me off my feet Pulling me under letting me come back up to gasp for air Then you went away back out to the sea never to return the same again I don’t love you I love the idea of you The memories that we share The moments that live on in my soul Loving you is like loving a black hole I pour into you but it falls into the void Never returned or reciprocated
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Down The Rabbit Hole
A short story I wrote for a Wordhaus writing contest. Enjoy. ********* Down the rabbit hole again. Only she wasn’t Alice and this certainly wasn’t Wonderland. She couldn’t remember arriving, yet here she was waking up in this hell once more. The last thing she remembered was boarding the late train for Cardiff to meet the professor. Had that truly happened? She wasn’t sure. Her thoughts were a blur. The only thing she knew was that every fiber in her being was telling her to be very afraid. The morning light was just beginning to break, the sky a mix of the darkest blue of night tinged with pink and orange…
