Writing stories for a hobby, and loving the creative side.
In the darkness, my senses come alive, A world of sensations that few can derive. My eyes are blind, but my mind takes flight,
By Brie Munn12 months ago in Poets
Dear Earth, As I sit here in my little place, I think of you and all your grace, Your brilliant colors, your flowing streams, The beauty you hold and your wondrous themes.
By Brie Munnabout a year ago in Poets
Dear Elected Representatives, As a mere pawn in this political game, I write this letter with a sense of shame, For the state of our nation is in disarray,
Dear Beloved, As I sit down to write this letter, My heart is filled with love and chatter, I've been thinking of you night and day,
Dear Mom, It's been a while since I wrote to you To tell you how much I miss you Though the distance between us is great
The flight was meant to be a routine trip, but from the moment the plane took off, something felt off. The air felt heavy, and the passengers were quiet, as if holding their breath.
By Brie Munnabout a year ago in Fiction
April arrives, Astonishing and alive. Awakening anew, Arid air abating. Anemones arise, Aromatic and admired.
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. It was a woman, with long dark hair and piercing green eyes. I stared at her, transfixed. As I watched, she smiled, and then her face twisted into a look of horror. She raised her hand and pressed it against the glass.
By Brie Munnabout a year ago in Horror
We search for our purpose and meaning, In a world that's oftentimes demeaning, But amidst all the strife, We still cherish our life,
Life can be strange, I confess One moment it's calm, then it's a mess You'll plan and you'll scheme But it's all like a dream
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. At first, I thought it was just a trick of the light, a result of the dimly lit room. But as I stared at the image before me, I realized that something was seriously wrong.
Life can be quite the absurdity, A constant test of our sanity, We work and we toil, For things we won't spoil, Then find that it's all just banality.