Note to Self (51) I’ve been waiting for this
My fingertips impatiently tapped on the top of my desk. I couldn’t bear it any longer, yet I had to remain patient. I was supposed to receive the package three hours ago. What was wrong with these...
View ArticleNote to Self (54) Hunger
I felt a void in my head, as if some surgeon had opened my skull and scooped half of my brains with a teaspoon. It didn’t really hurt. I experienced quite a comfortable feeling, a sort of light...
View ArticleNote to Self (57) The light
She stood by herself, her only source of light coming from her Ipod that dimly flashed in the darkness. She had no way of figuring out where she was, and whether an exit was near. It seemed like days...
View ArticleNote to Self (59) Snowhite
She stared at the powder for a long time, hesitantly playing with the straw that lied on the table before her. She had never done hard drugs before. She heard so many stories of kids snorting too much...
View ArticleNote to Self (80) Heels
Black patent leather, 4 1/2 inch stiletto heels. It seems impossible for her walk, yet she strides along as if she was bare foot. Her long black dress gives a peek of her legs, the fabric softly...
View ArticleNote to Self (86) For Krystal
Lost in a million year old fog, I climbed up the mountain, trying to catch sight of my prey. I believe it lingered by a crevasse after one of my arrows penetrated one of its front legs, but I stood too...
View Article#TheWritersCollection – Henry VIII
Hello folks! As part of the Writers Collection http://www.thewriterscollection.com/, I present to you my take on Henry VIII. Enjoy! ******* She looked at me stupefied. She didn’t expect me to say I had...
View Article#TheWritersCollection – Brothers Water
Please visit the Writers Collection site at: http://thewriterscollection.com/ I lost sight of you by the lake, where we used to walk, hand in hand, our mind in unison with the world and our hearts...
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