Really just an amateur trying my hand at this.
It was all his idea of course. But being the older sibling I should have known better. Once we knew that they were there, the temptation was too great.
By Katie 3 years ago in Fiction
When I’m gone, and some day I will be gone, do I want some obscene monument to my having been here raised in a cemetery somewhere?
By Katie 3 years ago in Poets
I have my flaws, as we all do. I’ve tried, repeatedly, to do better. To be, better. They’re small things really, most wouldn’t even consider them an issue, or give them credence.
My words. I spread them here, like jam on toast. Adding flavor and texture to an otherwise empty page.
He sat quietly, hardly noticing the scenes rushing past the window of the speeding train. He was one of many, like sardines, they rode, absorbed by their own thoughts. Their own troubles. Pondering their lives lived in this manner.
This struggle that rules me so, I give myself to it freely. It is what I desire, it is what I truly want. Yet.......I find,
This dance of dances, we call life. Some, not all, dance easily. Their life flowing outward with abandon.
Standing at the window, the old man looked out at the rain. His thoughts, echoed the weather, dark and turbulent. On the couch lay his old uniform, pressed and ready.
The borderlands hadn’t been crossed in centuries. At least that was what everyone believed. All that had tried, had never returned to prove it was possible.
The silence was deafening, there was nothing more to be said. His time with this company had ended. Dumbfounded, he rose, turned, and left. Closing the door behind him quietly.
“Today’s the day, I swear. I’m going to do more than just smile at at her.” Every day it’s the same thing, she gets on at Elm street, we smile at each other, and that’s it.
Dear Sir, You disgusting pig. What foul stench permeates your soul. You and yours sweat corruption. Never, have I ever, witnessed such disregard for human life, sending our blood soaked billions just to hide your crimes,
