Daniella Cressman

Joined October 2021

0 stories

Bio

American-Canadian.

Non-Fiction: I write about the art of prose, politics, & entertainment.

Fiction: I write short stories in the suspense/thriller/horror/mystery genres.

Novelist & poet as well.

https://www.thewritinglife.co/

Stories (307/0)

Rare
The butterfly So rare Flies across the sky And now I feel free Liberated Done with being curled up inside my cocoon
By Daniella Cressman2 months ago in Poets
The Man of My Dreams
I still remember him, though we had first encountered one another quite long ago. He had hazel eyes and olive skin. Dark brown curly hair that fell to his shoulders sometimes, when he would get passionately caught up in his many projects.
By Daniella Cressman2 months ago in Fiction
Fame
Fame So rare Stars fill a room I wish I was there.
By Daniella Cressman2 months ago in Poets
Fire
Fire devours all things You feel so alive, then die Impassioned flames burn
By Daniella Cressman2 months ago in Poets
All Talk
All talk That's what he didn't say He said we would marry That he'd love me someday He claimed somehow in the future
By Daniella Cressman3 months ago in Poets
Married/Hopeless
I dreamed I was married To a very rich man In a suit and a tie He took my delicate hand. I was happy at first He was handsome as Hell
By Daniella Cressman3 months ago in Poets
Escapism
I stare at the screen I think and I think What might be different What could be the same But nothing has happened No one's arrived
By Daniella Cressman3 months ago in Poets
Nightmare
They were chasing me I was running never free Finally I woke up I shivered It was someone I must have thought I loved
By Daniella Cressman3 months ago in Poets
The Artist
She was a painter With beautiful locs Some would say a dream maker In beautiful worlds She was a woman I was her lover
By Daniella Cressman3 months ago in Poets
Dreams of Seattle
I dreamed of being cozy Curled up with a blanket and a piping-hot cup of tea Writing my #1 New York Times bestseller. I wish I had stayed in that dream forever.
By Daniella Cressman3 months ago in Poets
Her Ebony Skin
I crave her ebony skin Her passionate ways Her contagious laugh Her clothes a thousand different ways Her teasing And pleasing
By Daniella Cressman3 months ago in Poets
Fantasies
I dreamed that I used to live in the city that never sleeps and then I woke up
By Daniella Cressman3 months ago in Poets