Creative Writing

Papercut

I stare at this little boy. Although he doesn’t seem so little. He has the look of compassion on his face. A look similar to his father. I’m speechless. I’m terrified. I’m lost. What do I do? “Hi there! Are you here to see my mom?” he asks me. Before Read more…

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Creative Writing

Waiting for the End

Surprise! I’m knocked to the ground. Again. Am I finally dead this time? The light flickers and begins to dim. I sit up and see him standing there. He is unphased. He walks over to me and I feel myself tensing up. But why? He comes into view and he Read more…

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Creative Writing

Sharp Edges

Will I see him again? I feel like I’ve hit a brick wall. I can’t see it, but it stops me in my tracks. I can hear himĀ all aroundĀ me, but I can’t see him. I can always hear him. I know he wants me to be okay, but I’m not. Read more…

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Creative Writing

Looking for an answer

I’ve been punched in the chest. So hard that I’m falling down a cliff. A cliff that had a window at the top. A window that I was pushed through. As I fall, I should be grabbing for something, but I’m not. My insides are as smashed as the glass Read more…

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