Abigail_W.

Husbands sigh upon the bills and rub their eyes in anguish Clorox-scented housewives work to toil over dishes People live the days of life and work upon their chores Children ...

I often find that, in my eager attempts to be descriptive, my wording becomes very heavy. Criticism is smiled upon!~~~~~~~~~~~The teenager on the corner with the misapplied lip gloss is ...

Mind you, the alliteration in the topic description was completely unintended. ~~~~~~~~~~ Workers sigh upon the bills and rub their eyes in anguish Clorox-scented housewives work to toil over dishes ...

Half him and half her course through my veins They are there My hair, my blood, my short fingernails They are me Although I am both, there is but one ...

I'm not sure whether the last sentiment is overused or not; that's why I'm asking you. I got the idea of the story when taking a walk on the beach ...

You see her at dinner the night before. Drugged and crazy, her eyes meet with yours for a millisecond. Giant, watery-blue orbs above heavy, heavy, purple bags. Wildly bloodshot. Threatening. ...

When I tell you this is a Victorian novel, I know what you will think: ugh. But this is more than just a long, boring Victorian novel. This is a ...

The Original: ... rl&f=falseHans Christian Anderson's The Little Match Girl from the father's point of view.I acknowledge the fact that I am cruel, but you must sympathize with me. I ...

Criticism is smiled upon, as I have edited this but once. : DThe light drizzle one summer afternoon merely aggravated the feelings of a middle-aged woman, driving home in her ...

I press my forehead and nose on the window. It's cold even though it's in the dead of summer on Cape Cod. My mother and I are driving back to ...

This isn't my first draft, but I have yet to finish editing. My mother insisted that I attend public ice skating with Ashley every Friday night since I was old ...

Brassy bugle,Harmonious hymn,Such a moan you mouth like a wounded warrior or a gambling gust outside a tiny house Sacred soundsVivid vibrations,Such a note you knead like batter for baking ...

I wrote this completely on a whim -- it took me no more than fifteen minutes -- so don't expect it to be marvelous.Red latex hides behind spindly branchesLatex that ...

I often find that, in my eager attempts to be descriptive, my wording becomes very heavy. Criticism is smiled upon! ~~~~~~~~~~~ What a state of paranoia Betsy could throw herself ...

I've posted this here before, but have edited it and revised it and done so again. Opinions?Ever-glowing windows housing haggard, drunken menWomen dance in corridors and children jump on bedsPeople ...

Spoiler! : Hopefully someone will understand the underlying metaphor? Envy's bedroom walls aren't greenaren't battlefield camouflageor an immaculate lawn.They aren't orange with downfalllike a leaf pr

When the rain won't comeand clothes hang -- limp dishrags;curtains sag;walls stick like a half-eaten plum.I don't rest.Even when the rain comesand there's a green smell in the rooms,things are ...

Spoiler! : I wrote this when I was twelve for NaNoWriMo. It is utter and complete ****, but I like the plot. I proofread it, and it's as though it ...

Spoiler! : I wrote this a while ago about Queen Elizabeth I of England. Her father, King Henry VIII, wanted a male heir to the throne, but her mother, Anne ...

I possess an overwhelming knowledge – Painful clamor of gratitude meanwhile ringing in my ears –