Creative Writing Prompt #1: Subject Analysis
_Subject Analysis Using Imagery:_ _My Friend Eating Lunch_ The shades of hair on his head that cascade down his back in interwoven strands are an equal mixture of lighter and slightly darker hues of blonde. Many loose strands of hair hang down around...
Troubles of Love, part 2
Kevin sat at the edge of his seat, waiting for his physics professor to dismiss the class. It was friday afternoon, the last class of the week, and he was anxious to meet up with Derrik. They had been dating now for over a month, and Derrik had said...
Troubles of Love, part 1
He sat at the back of the room; not the very back, but in the second to last row. He usually sat at the front of his classes, but he hated this class. Calculus always bored him. It was the third day of the second semester when _he_ walked in. Kevin...
Troubles of Love, Part 8
Eric picked up his hammer and nailed the two-by-four into the rest of the frame, completeing it. Once he finished this, he was done for the day. He clocked out and walked the ten minutes it took to get to THeo's place. The gryphon wouldn't get off...
Poem #85: Journey Through a Life Once Lived
_Journey Through a Life Once Lived_ Some days I look back on my life And I wonder How I did it all? The teardrops falling down my face, Rivers on a mountain side With smooth, unbroken ridges Where did they come from? Why did I have so many...
Poem #84: Once Said
_Once Said_ The cruelest man alive once said To an old man of Ember's Bed: "Now, see here, you old and ugly, lonely man With all of my power, I will destroy your clan For every man, woman and child There will be a death made by beasts wild All...
Poem #83: What If...
_What If..._ What if I told you that I lie to you? That's right, I lie to you. I know it hurts, but it's true. I'm not lying this time, I swear. But I do tell you the truth when I say I don't always tell the truth Though I always try. I lie to...
Troubles of Love, part 7
Eric sat in the back of the cafe, near a windo. He'd already downed his third cup of coffee, he was so nervous about the meeting that he was about to have. He could vividly remember the phone call he'd made a few days ago... "Hi, who is this?" ...