Deej : Writing

Mosters and Magic Blankets

Mosters and Magic Blankets

A Story by Deej


When I was nine years old, I was afraid of the dark. Horrifying things lurk there and they freeze you in the blackness of your bedroom and everyone..
Her Shores

Her Shores

A Poem by Deej


I crash onto you. Over and over. Seeping into your sand, leaving you shimmering in the sun. Shining, then fading. The curl and lip, the goodtouch..
Rob Hood

Rob Hood

A Story by Deej


I saw someone get killed once. It was two days before my seventeenth birthday, and a day after my first French kiss with Samantha Parker. Funny h..