Addie Santos : Writing

blank pages and cigarettes (part 1 - short story)

blank pages and cigarettes (part 1 - short story)

A Story by Addie Santos


this is one of the first works I ever wrote, so be merciful.
For E and V.

For E and V.

A Story by Addie Santos


“The water is so cold.”Her shrilly yet numbing tone can be heard from where the kitchen was. It wasn’t far away from where the bathr..
how the woman i love asks for her lover

how the woman i love asks for her lover

A Poem by Addie Santos


You have been wanderingthe woods barefootclothed in your ivory long dresswith just the goodamount of tousled endsthat rest on your ankles.You make ame..
f*****g forty-year-olds for college tuition

f*****g forty-year-olds for college tuition

A Poem by Addie Santos


You’re kissing my bodylike three innocent mensuccessful onescaping prison, kissing themoist soil with moist eyes.You tell me you love me,even th..
a lovely thing

a lovely thing

A Poem by Addie Santos


It would be solovely if you kissedme hardright afterI told youI wasn’t good for you.
with's, and's, because's

with's, and's, because's

A Poem by Addie Santos


I am so perplexed with the thoughtthat I could have youwhile you look at mewith angstand pleasurewith tormentand with delicate eyesbut you thought m..
Arabella

Arabella

A Story by Addie Santos


Arabella is an unusual girl. She likes to have her nails solely in black velvet. Her father sent her to boarding school the moment she..
you had me for five months

you had me for five months

A Story by Addie Santos


The first thing that came out of my lips was the word “f**k”. I do not curse in mornings, but this was one came out with such ease. Anothe..
Adelaide

Adelaide

A Poem by Addie Santos


Go find another loverOne who does not weep at a specific time(3am between 6am)who does not listen to crestfallen symphonieswho won’t dispute the..
my forever impulse to a love poem

my forever impulse to a love poem

A Poem by Addie Santos


Now,as my damp hair is sweptby thin windsand this pen of mine isslowly losing it’s inkon fine acid-free papers;I recall, you, my love.You’..