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My Walk With Time
A Poem by
K.M. Lucero
I met Time the other day the festive old b*****d he pulled me alongside him dragging me along until I gave in We reminisced about the ..
Moving Day
A Story by
K.M. Lucero
“You know I really can't understand why we have to leave,” states Chloe as she stares out into the gray storm.The thin frame of her compan..
Waves
A Story by
K.M. Lucero
A little inspiration came about after watching a scene in a movie and I had to stop mid-movie and write it out! Love those moments!
Difficulties of Revenge
A Story by
K.M. Lucero
Ok so this is a short story that I created for my creative writing class. The requirement was a story that took the reader by surprise. Hope I did wel..
Love's Desire
A Story by
K.M. Lucero
She looked up from her work to find him staring at her with an expression she had never seen on his face before. It was a look of hunger mixed w..
In Remembrance
A Poem by
K.M. Lucero
My heart split in half the moment you left My heart aches at the thought of your last breath My heart cries in pain knowing you will never r..
My Love
A Poem by
K.M. Lucero
How do I explain the feelings I feel when I think of you? The words so do not so this joy of mine any justice. It’s like the feeling o..
My Heart Sits Alone
A Poem by
K.M. Lucero
My heart sits alone on the desolate shore, waiting in slow torturing silence for the day the pain is gone. My heart sits alone on the dar..
Three Shades of Cruelty
A Poem by
K.M. Lucero
I never had seen the world through your eyes before… until now. I never knew how it was to wish someone unbearable pain…until now...
Frustration
A Story by
K.M. Lucero
She ran as fast as her clumsy feet would allow her, down the cold musky stairs, through the like green kitchen of her mother’s home. Burst..
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