mistielovesyou

Spoiler! : I got this idea from an idea-generator that told me to write a story about a glass. Enjoy She burst into the house, screaming, ‘enough is enough, John! ...

Spoiler! : I was trying to convey a weird message here..See if you can get it. Enjoy "Sometime TODAY Barry!!!"Lugging these heavy sacks up the hill. Again. And again."Come on! ...

Spoiler! : This was something I wrote from the quote "anger suffers when grief withdraws". Obviously, I got a little carried away. She stood in the doorway, staring down at ...

I put in hours, days, of my life for this pencil creases the paper, and my hand hurts like a bitch but there's no way in hell I'm giving up. ...

“You look a bit different.” As if. I’m pretty sure I've been moody for about a month. But Grace, being the kind person she is, gives me a curious glance ...

Everybody is in line for a shot. The posters on the wall support this shot, calling it “good for your health” “good for long-term” “can make you happier”.The people who ...

He spots me from across the club. How do I look? Alone, hot, confused. Hopefully.I can see him dancing with a woman as equally needy as him, moving his arms ...

So little time. They run about. Run. Before they catch you. Run. Before they snap that picture. Before the light blinds you all in it’s flash. Don’t you know what ...

Spoiler! : A confession. I tried to write it in the right 'tone' I guess. Did I do that well? “What’s all this about?”“Nothing.” She said. She smiled all pretty-like, ...

I left home that winter of 1999 chasing a dream. Leaving my mother and little sister behind to fend for themselves,I went off for acting. Yes, I was as naïve ...

*just the beginning of a novel I'm writing*I run out the door for the bus, but I already know I’m too late. I stand in the cold wind in one ...

*just the beginning of a novel I'm writing*I run out the door for the bus, but I already know I’m too late. I stand in the cold wind in one ...

how i love the worldas it seeps slowly through my skinbleeds red through my fingersdon’t be like the rest of the world.i want youyet you leave me?i’m left empty.how i ...

How i wish for a world,That doesn’t hide it’s face,That doesn’t mask the onlyPlace it knows.A world that doesn’t wish for sparkly purple,Or glorious red,For a calm, clear, blue,Or a ...

i need youyet you wait.for what?God knows.I know. maybeyou just don’t want memaybe i’m horriblejust like i’ve always suspectedmaybe i was rightcalls. jeers.“Blackie!”tear me to pieces. how i

We walk through a deep meadow on foggy trees. The air is bright and blurry, like we’re in a dream. Or a fantasy. I snatch my hand away from his. ...

She stood in the doorway, staring down at his peaceful body. Leaning against the door jam, she smiled, recalling fond memories of love. He used to be her anchor and ...

A short story about the dynamics of desperation.

Inspired by the new tv show Hannibal on NBC.

a poem on the tastes of life.

royalty, tragedy, and blind idealism.