Audie Edwards
Bio
I am an amateur writer, who loves to write poems.
I feel poetry is my only escape from reality. I love to play with the imagination a little and get Dark. We all have nightmares and fears
I just put mine to work in a beautifully written poem.
Stories (35/0)
Strawberry Funnel Cake Frappuccino
A little too late, or it never hit my small town of Cleveland, Tennessee. The Unicorn Frappuccino looked so good as I was wandering online to find the perfect Starbucks drink to write a review that I have not tried yet. As I called one of the local Starbucks, they seemed a bit clueless about what I was asking for but ensured me they have a unicorn cake pop.
By Audie Edwards3 years ago in Feast
That Dark Cloud Still Lingers
8:48 a.m. Sunday I am sitting here trying to figure out how to finish a story I had started around two months ago. I can not figure out what to add to the story as my mind is rushing on just to a type of way on nonsince. I have been writing on "iwriter," in which case I get paid every week on Tuesday's but it isn't much. My experience with the platform so far sucks ass.
By Audie Edwards3 years ago in Humans
Anna Just Wanted To Watch Her Show And Relax
Ding! Damn, it's another Facebook notification. I swear it has been about the fifth time today. Different guys trying to slide into my DM's. Picking up the phone sliding the screen open and before I could put the phone on silent. The bubble picture on the screen caught my eye. Tan skin, dark hair, and brown eyes. With the name "Love Stud." What a name, haha, opening up the message:
By Audie Edwards3 years ago in Horror
Green The Color Of Pride
Following the rainbow that hangs in the sky, I must find the end of this beauty. I must but why, must I? These colors that seems to radiate beauty with blue, green, purple, and even yellow. Wondering what I might find as I walk along its side. No-one has ever made it to the end. I will find and its secrets I will keep. Just a little bit further I see I must go the end is near of this rainbow. Black pot it seems to sit at the end with the light touching what is inside, these colors they seem to shine so bright. My curiosity, grows so deep I have to see what lies inside. Just a few more steps one, two, maybe three. A sound I hear from the bushes besides, rustling and tiny giggles. Fear does not arise, as I watch from afar a tiny man in green as it seems to be running back and forth from this black pot. While he giggles and sings in his tiny voice:
By Audie Edwards3 years ago in FYI
Women Do Not Just Belong In the Kitchen
Growing up, being the only girl out of four brothers and a father who would not allow this tom boyish girl to wrestle with him and my brothers. I was one the one to clean the house as my brother closer in age sat back and did nothing. I was appalled as a child, this was unfair. We are not different he can do just as much as I and vice versa. You see, that is how my father grew up with his only sister out of three boys having to help around the house more than the men.
By Audie Edwards3 years ago in FYI