--Katie. : Writing

Why am I sad?

Why am I sad?

A Story by --Katie.


This is not a story, nor is it anything more than the answers to a question that I left unanswered today.
She.

She.

A Story by --Katie.


Let's pause, and take a deeper look at the scene sat out in front of us, shall we?The chair's laying on its side, the yellow stuffing from the left ar..
Nothing less, nothing more.

Nothing less, nothing more.

A Story by --Katie.


In truth, we are all just ghosts with images, nothing more, nothing less.
Tread Softly.

Tread Softly.

A Poem by --Katie.


Writing is safer, my pen cannot stutter like my lips do.It cannot falter, cannot fail me like these words do.Words get stuck in my throat,But through ..