pretty ribbons - poem
We weren't made of pretty ribbons We weren't a happy thing We were a tied up mess A relationship made of string Loose buttons and badly sewn Barley hanging by a thread Though little had I known Our relationship was already dea
tortured artist - poem
I was an artist and i loved you like you were my canvas Thoughtful intentions Time dedicated Precious moments spent together They never last forever although we made messes I loved your imperfections I saw beauty in your everything not for...
Ricky Paszek Bio
While he does have a b.s. in biology on top of some formal writing education, his current degree hasn't gotten him far, aside from the tech writer job at a government plant conservation organization.
A Writer and his Muse
I stood in my bedroom, looking out of my window, the darkness pierced by the lone street lamp posted in my back yard. If not for it, this house would be cloaked completely in the night. Dangerous, I suppose, but in a way hauntingly beautiful, as I...
A Writer
A little free verse poem i wrote at 1:30 am a writer is the saddest of beings, we have been given the most morose of tasks, we seclude ourselves, we love others, not ourselves, we watch others, they are our inspiration, they are our hope, because
May 2024 - The Old House
. --- hi there, this is my entry to the writers' crossing monthly prompts for may 2024. the prompt we had to work with this time was: "the old house had an even older secret."
Dancer From the Dance, Part 1
No matter how many masks a writer may take off for his readers, a few are less masks than shields, and they need to stay carefully in place. never look too closely at how the trick is done. t. s.
Character bio interview.
Hi there! Furryfan3000 here with an exclusive interview with Mysterydude! We're here today to take an inside look at Mysterydude's recent writings and the main character of his stories. So, Mystery, so far all your stories have...
The Writer
**the writer** rather than doing his calculus homework, the otter felt compelled to write. (continued from part 10) vis'tar sat in the grass. his back hurt. he knew exactly where he was: lost.
Writer’s Block
It made sense now, the unaware cat had writers block and didn't know where to take the story next. that's why he was frustrated. oh, how she wished he would finish.
Origins of a writer
A story of an average american writer finds someone who is just that into him. at least that is the initial prognosis.
Writer-Fazed
Iaran is a writer. i affirm to myself inside. i pick up the pencil, click the lead out a quarter-inch, press it to the paper and begin to write.