A spoken word poem based on a childhood memory. Thank you for reading! <3
~ C O A T ~ I was born a girl, but don't mind me if I do "boy" things too. Don't mind me at all.
This is a story about Lament and Celebration; about Monsters & Treasures. It is part of the up coming piece from CommafulTIPs.
An attempt at a "Lamentation" Check out the new account @Commafultips to learn more about what we are doing to help you create 👍
Is it my pen who hesitates to write down my journey? Or me?
A glass bottle that only denotes... the hidden feelings of the lady in the gray coat. (A poem for the daily prompt).
Is this something mothers do? Picture their born-to-be son with their future GF? 😳😂🤩
To my dad, who’s overseas, faraway, but still here
She was cold. It wasn't a surprise though, it was mid-November and her coat had plenty of rips and tears in it. She wouldn't get rid of it though even if it was July, it gave her security. It was ratt...
A thriller short story.
There's a lovely trail in the village that Nellie lives. One day, she decides to take a walk. Will it be the last walk of her life?
She saw the same coat the man had been wearing on her sofa... It's for the contest, please like
A spoken word poem based on a childhood memory. Thank you for reading! <3
~ C O A T ~ I was born a girl, but don't mind me if I do "boy" things too. Don't mind me at all.
This is a story about Lament and Celebration; about Monsters & Treasures. It is part of the up coming piece from CommafulTIPs.
An attempt at a "Lamentation" Check out the new account @Commafultips to learn more about what we are doing to help you create 👍
Is it my pen who hesitates to write down my journey? Or me?
A glass bottle that only denotes... the hidden feelings of the lady in the gray coat. (A poem for the daily prompt).
Is this something mothers do? Picture their born-to-be son with their future GF? 😳😂🤩
To my dad, who’s overseas, faraway, but still here
She was cold. It wasn't a surprise though, it was mid-November and her coat had plenty of rips and tears in it. She wouldn't get rid of it though even if it was July, it gave her security. It was ratt...
A thriller short story.
There's a lovely trail in the village that Nellie lives. One day, she decides to take a walk. Will it be the last walk of her life?
She saw the same coat the man had been wearing on her sofa... It's for the contest, please like