Tabatha P. : Writing

Martyrdom

Martyrdom

A Story by Tabatha P.


I remember the first moment that I saw him. I was walking through the market place, absently eyeing the goods for sale.
Waiting for a Prince to Come

Waiting for a Prince to Come

A Story by Tabatha P.


Once upon a time there was a tower, in the middle of a forest, filled with intimidating trees and dangerous animals.
Chapter One

Chapter One

A Chapter by Tabatha P.


David Keese loves his job (despite the burns and cuts he often gets) but he absolutely hates what he got for his Christmas gift at the annual party.
The Melody of Taste

The Melody of Taste

A Book by Tabatha P.


David is clumsy, shy, and more than a bit awkward. Kira is not at all. But when the two of them get together, there is no music sweeter.
The Day Alfred Hurst Lost His Mind

The Day Alfred Hurst Lost His Mind

A Story by Tabatha P.


The first thing Alfred Hurst noticed on the day he lost his mind was the odd noise. An incessant tone that varied in no way whatsoever. It was like th..
COULD I WIND-UP

COULD I WIND-UP

A Poem by Tabatha P.


Grass tickles at my sides when the warm spring breeze comes, carrying with it the delicate dance of flower scents and twisted with the clean scent..
The Letter

The Letter

A Story by Tabatha P.


It was summer. The stifling air laced heavy with humidity rolled right off of the Mississippi River spoke well of that. It was almost as eloquent as t..
Addicted to the Knife

Addicted to the Knife

A Poem by Tabatha P.


My surgeries, my knives/they aren�t mutilation./They�re a solution. A solution/to the problem of living. Based off of Repo:..
Books of Bone

Books of Bone

A Poem by Tabatha P.


Their spines exposed for all to see, white and cracked./These books are made of bones, the pages of stretched skin./Horrible red words are scrawled ac..
Treasure Seeking

Treasure Seeking

A Poem by Tabatha P.


An attempt to find the perfect books among thousands.

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