I am an aspiring creative writer who is currently working for my double Associate’s Degree in English. My writing has no limits and no filter. Anything and everything from all genres; if I think about it, then I will write it down. Enjoy!
It is a frosty, mid-Autumn morning when I make the journey to my father’s house. We live almost a whole hour and thirty minutes apart. On the travel there, I give myself the usual pep talk about why am I doing this. "He is always forcing me to socialize with her," I begin. "To see if she (and, himself) can win over my approval. I do not mind it. She is an awfully nice girl — maybe a little too nice, even for him — but as for 'gaining my affection,' she is far from it."
Journal Entry IX
3:44 AM. August 16, 2016. All of these years of my life, wasted, and still I have learned nothing … Why? I have been fighting for so long the very thing that I have desired the most. And now that I have it, I cannot keep it. Now that I have it, I found every way to lose it. ---It is now 10 minutes to 2:00 the next morning; still, I found the need to clear my mind. The need to empty every inch of my conscious. The need to set free my soul … This is my "Third Mask"; my True Form. The face of my soul, here, written down to be made immortalized on this lowly piece of scrap---
Have you ever wondered what life would be like if you had done something differently? Just think for a second if you were to have made a right turn instead of a left, where would you have ended up and whom would you have met? That thought had crossed everyone’s mind at least once in their lifetime. This time was different. Nothing was certain at the moment until you were introduced into my life. I knew for you now four years, and it was the best encounter that has ever happened to me.
Exception -R.Welborne. _________________________________ » »“Good Morning, my Luv.” I typed. My cellphone made its usual ‘ping’ noise, indicating that the message has been sent. The digital clock on my nightstand had just clicked to ten-thirty in the morning when I closed my eyes and went back to sleep.
Journal Entry IIV
Journal Entry IIV -the Feed Every morning I'm in hiding, chillin'. Waiting for night time to start killin'. It's simple to a veteran villain, though the trick is to not get caught. Your forefathers in burn'd graves rot because, to the stakes, they could not have fought. The very thought of the thrills send down my spine cold chills. The hunted over the hills, my prey I must find. It is so divine to pursue that of which is mine for the taking. A show I am making. Let's go. Lose, no! Not ever! To clever. The nightfall extends. All insanity begins. The bloodshed will frenz's. Dusk hours will end, sunrise. Run—
You know what I want … That unexplainable feeling of being embraced by you. That naughty sensation of you removing my clothes layer by layer. I like it when you do it. You save my underwear for last. I always feel like a princess when I am around you. You treat me like one. I wonder how it would feel? Placing your hand down there and touching me directly. I only get wet because of you. Even when I do it myself, I only feel it when I’m thinking about you. Your collarbone is the first part of your body that I fell in love with. Your navel, your stomach, your muscles, I have fallen in love with you once again. It scares me. No, that is not right. Rather, it really excites me. Do whatever you want to me until morning. The entrance to my palace is unlocked … I want to just close my eyes. And, I will see you in my dreams.