A poem about the history of coal in my hometown of Scranton, Pennsylvania

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Short Poem About Habits

My old cassette player is my mental photo album of all my childhood memories. Just one listen to a certain song can take me back to a time when nothing seemed to matter.

Dad shook his head, “no, not now, it’s too dangerous.” “Then go without me, because I’m not leaving until every one of those assholes are lying face-down in that pit.”

“Dammit,” dad scowled, as he scurried down the steps. He ran past me, and put his hand over the child’s mouth, before piercing the sharp end of the bone into her throat. The child’s eyes widened, as h...

I wish this drone would leave me alone Instead it stays flying, above my home

Help, officer someone has stolen my heart

What happens to a friendship that's broken? when gestures become frequent and words are less spoken

I search, and I search, but I have yet to see a contest winner announced on any of Commaful's social media pages. I like reading the winning stories on other sites such as Wattpad, and there are no wi...

The town of Gobblers Pass was preparing for the biggest celebration of the year. In their opinion: nothing could match the joy of Thanksgiving Day. A day when every creature, big or small, would gathe...

This is a short story/poem I wrote for the comedy contest. Enjoy!

I speak, but no one is listening. My words falling upon deaf ears like bullets ricocheting off of Superman's cape. I scream, but no one blinks an eye( except for the cat). This is my house, but it's...

Little Andrew Dumpling, was a sad and lonely child, because he had no friends to play with, and therefore wouldn’t smile. He dreamt of one day exploring, both big worlds and small, but mom...

It was the Summer of 2008, and I was spending time with my family at our lake house in upstate New York. Metro Station was on my summer playlist, and I had them playing nonstop on my I-pod, as I walk...

The world goes on without me, and I don't seem to notice Because I just received a text from Jenna, and another twelve likes on a picture of my cat

Tomorrow It Rains: Part Three. Please read Part One and Two first.

I text, and I text, and I text. This is my life. My phone has become an extension of my hand, destroying relationships with every tweet that I send. I snap chat, I tweet, I lay in defeat. I am nothing...

Part Four of a Ten Part series.

This is part two of an ongoing apocalyptic story, involving a sixteen year old girl and her father, and their struggle to survive in a wasteland. Please read part One.