Love
Him
It feels like so long ago… I don’t know how much longer I even want to keep writing. It all seems so useless at this point. What happened? What did I do? Why do I deserve to be punished for your actions? What did you do? What was so important that you just had to go and abandon me huh?! We had everything, and then you ruined it all…
By Richard Wooten3 years ago in Fiction
Mr. Tucker and the Priest
I’ve heard a lot of people talking about how they wish they could have gotten the chance to grow old. Do you ever wonder if you’ll grow old, when your hair will start to turn gray, or maybe even when your body will start to ache from old age? All of these have already happened to me, but it happens quicker when you’re a dog.
By Hanna Taylor3 years ago in Fiction
Rapunzel Rapunzel let down thy hair
Rapunzel is one of my favorite fairy tales. As a little girl, I recall my great grandmother often saying "Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down thy hair that I may climb without a stair." I visualized what it would be like to have such long thick tresses that an individual could use my hair to climb up a tower. In one book version of the story. I read that the prince said "Rapunzel! Rapunzel! Let down your hair that I may climb thy golden stair". This German fairy tale was recorded by the Brothers Grimm who collected folklore and used their talent to turned what they heard into their own version of the stories.
By Cheryl E Preston3 years ago in Fiction
My Life Before...
I remember about 15 years ago, i was 16 and my first love was in high school and hated my parents for keeping us apart.. His name was R.J, short for Ronald Jr.. he was tall, dark, and handsome, and all the girls wanted him.. And he wanted me.. We fell in love and had plans to marry after high school, have a small family and live happily after all..
By Angela Severin3 years ago in Fiction
Hashtag Dad Jokes
Pitch dark. Black. Empty. Aware only of his existence, Finian floated. Suspended in whatever this was or is or might be, he tried to speak, to yell even. Nothing. His attempts to do anything at all: yell, flail, see, hear - anything that might prove he was something more than this “nothingness” pervading his entire being - proved fruitless, save for a list of failures and falsified theories. It was as if he had ascended to a higher plane of existence, but was the only one who had discovered the process. He could think, but nothing else. So, he did the only thing that was allowed. He let his mind wander through its corridors, back alley ways, into rooms it did not even know it had and then, finally, it made the long trip back to the foyer. Finishing, Finian felt confident - perhaps for the first time since he had awakened - that this was going to be a very long eternity.
By Michael Neuman3 years ago in Fiction