Creative Writing – Page 11 – cereal after sex

I enjoy the smell of blue Play-Doh, it reminds me of childhood wounds Read more.

Refrigerated Dreams (Act 5)

Veronica Genesis sat nervously in class trying to focus on the puzzling geometry book spread out before her. She lifted… Read more.

Veronica never wanted him to pull away, but when he did his taste lingered on her mouth and she wanted… Read more.

It’s the countdown to broken neck as end of summer lawns hiss as the sprinklers spit at the grass like… Read more.

He opened a door and went into a room that looked like an old, empty kitchen. The floor was a… Read more.

The sky was black most of the day because the sun went and hid behind the world. It was something… Read more.

“You’re both wrong. This is an answer to my wish. You remember, Ed, I said I wanted a haircut and… Read more.

And love is but a trickle in this RAMSHAMBLED river of love, the armies of men keep marching upon the… Read more.

Zombie in sweatpants jogging in the ghetto, arms stuck out lean and mean, cold soles slapping the greasy street Read more.

This is all a divine anatomical tragedy I thought as I leaned on the cold wet rail of green looking… Read more.

The pit burns, hurts, the thinking of no reason, no need, no purpose, no peace, no rest, never rest, just… Read more.

“Look, I’m a degenerate cokehead with a penchant for Swedish meatballs and sometimes I can be just plain mean. My… Read more.