Writing

some old story I may, or may not continue.

I know I'm late, but this is just a little something I did for the 4th of July, enjoy! Check out my other poems if you like this one.

Andrew Barrowman never forgot the Wednesday of 1965 (what an intense caption!). I NEED HELP WITH THIS!

Chapter Four Four days later, Francie and her mother arrived in San Diego, California. It was currently 4AM in Pacific Standard Time, which would ..

“Wake up, Marina.”I jerk awake and reach for a gun that isn’t there. It takes me a minute to recall that though I am free, I am as u..

End of Chapter 1.

Elephants. I like them. Even though they are so so big! Bigger than I am, bigger than Ma and Pa and me and Sister and Brother all put together..

A Haiku about 4 powerful chords

A little girl tells her class how she knows what a gun is when her guest speaker asks.

Make you dance do a spin and a twirl and voice going crazy on this hook like a whirlwind. Swaggy.

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