IceCreamMan

This is a short story(horror) I wrote for my english class (9th grade). I hope you like it because it took me forever to write but dont lie. Be brutally ...

This book is the first Ray Bradbury book I have ever read. I had to read it for my 9th grade english class. All I have to say about this ...

Well, this was my first introduction into the world of H.P. Lovecraft, and I have to say I am mightily impressed. H.P. Lovecrafts writting is, well, weird and it took ...

Just for background info, I wrote this piece when I was assigned by my english teacher to write a non-fiction narrative about what I did, or had previously done, over ...

Authors Note: I wrote this today for an english assignment i got. The assignment was to write a diary entry for the "Migrant Mother" (its a famous picture of a ...

Revised Version: My Fate (rough title, will likely change it later) Floating through the space of life; Follow the yellow brick road. Holding hands with fate, Her touch becomes cold. ...

NOTE: I already turned this paper in to my teacher and got it back. I am posting it here for anyone interested in the book and/or theme of the essay. ...

4’33” edited version 4’33”, the epic piece, no fingers ever grace the keys. So silent is the performance that for a short period of time the audience realizes the chaos ...

Something from the archives of my life. I think I wrote this a year ago. Enjoy. The Sunset The waning light glanced off the bay piercing the sand near were ...

Peeling Away the Wallpaper A flowery façade feigns a feeble Ignorance of depth, but when you Strip off all the paper—delve beyond Learned behavior, taught ideals, Insecurities, and the chiming ...

REVISED VERSION:Listening to Guqin in AutumnThe troughs lay barrenUnused hay stacked highThe horses have all gone homeTo sleep in the sky.Grey pastures they fledAnd from his music dieAmber leaves to ...

Drinking Alone on a Friday NightThe wine floods my brainand I must walk away;the sight of laughter—contentment—perplexesand I enter the dim-lit world,trading envy for desire.I drink to forget, mom

Inquiries for my Fellow MenI.Why do we break the bodiesof those we claim to love,leave them bleeding on the floor,gasping for breath,holding back tears,ashamed,as if it were their faultand can’t ...

Where the Mullein GrowsI walked outside to see the woods today,Through un-shoveled paths of virgin snow,And reached a creek across which there layAn ice-bridge to where the mullein grows.Ah! Where ...

For Two seconds Our lips connect hesitantly, As reason and desire shake hands Where my chest touches your breasts But makes no demands. For Two minutes We embrace with ...

Fireflies over the Mississippi Your visit passed so quickly, I think, Driving past fog-strewn Christmas lights With your glass doll swaying, almost pink, Under the mirror that points back ...

[Note: This poem is incomplete at the moment. I was hoping to get some feedback on what I have so far. The full poem will have ten sections of four ...