Creative Writing – Page 2 – cereal after sex

At the large house at the end of the block that serves as an apothecary and home of a weird… Read more.

Russian Vogue

Carousel-lighted crickets sparkle like breath gone astray Birds of flight spinning the tune: It’s hard to be happy when you’ve… Read more.

Prince Hawkwind of Leafdom stood alone in his private garden. He looked down at the stone pathway. The spaces between… Read more.

A cool, wet street The sound of tires splashing through the rain One lone car up the road, toward the… Read more.

Dusk casts a copper-scented glow The passing on the paneled facade gently burns Memories on construction paper taped to the… Read more.

A Mach One goblin of green by the name of Edward Groovy sits in a city diner and looks out… Read more.

Flittering filth and glass lenses. The dais waits under fuzzy white light. The podium is propped. The whole of the… Read more.

You can’t say “write like magic” It isn’t right to be so tragic And Nob Hill hip And Q-Town super… Read more.

Rural West Texas. Flat. Brown. Isolation. Lost dreams. Ragged old motels. Dirty convenience stores with the lingering scent of unruly… Read more.

Beehive morning Cold, gray, wet Remembering stars still spinning Dreams in deadlock I just can’t recall the colors or the… Read more.

There was a dark, lonely road of dirt that led to a bright spot at the end. There were leaves,… Read more.

The psithurism of the autumn forest flutters as the madmen of the otherworld profit from global uncertainty. I drive the… Read more.