firesun18

75 reads

I am me

I am a girl. I am strong, independent, powerful, unique, and smart. I am me.

60 reads

Art

Colors or sketches of imagination and creativity floating into one satisfying masterpiece. Messages laying beneath the artwork slowly rise above. Emotions pop out at you. Art is just words that speak to you through a piece of paper.

Challenge

Prose Challenge of the Week #20: Write a three sentence story about desire. The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge

firesun18

275 reads

Next to Mine

From our first encounter, to the day we met, I knew you were the one for me.

But then you captured my heart, stripped my breath, and you abandoned me.

Now all I can do, but sit here to die, is dream about the feeling of your delicate lips right next to mine.

firesun18 in Poetry & Free Verse

119 reads

Beside

When you fall I'm right beside you.

When you stand up I'm there to hold you.

When you heal I'm watching you fly away.

Now that I'm laying on the floor,

I turn around,

All I see is ghostly air.

Where are you now that I need you,

Beside me.

Challenge

Prose Challenge of the Week #19: In no more than 50 words, write about guilt. The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge

firesun18

155 reads

How Long I Can Go...

It's creeping over me.

Taking over my mind.

Can't think about anything but it.

Can't live with it. Can't forget it.

Forget it I can not.

For it has taken over me.

I don't know how much longer I can go.

How much longer.

Till I am gone.

Dead.

Guilt.

firesun18

110 reads

The 20 Word Song of Silence

Silence

footsteps,

sneeze,

cricket,

cough,

laughter,

hiccup,

technology,

music,

crying,

tapping,

writing,

voices,

talking,

creaking,

Silence is it's own song.

Challenge

Prose Challenge of the Week #18: Write about murder. The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge

firesun18

141 reads

The Heart Does Not Forgive

Bitter fingertips creeping towards my neck.

Your claws seeping into my flesh.

You left me there with a knife in my heart.

You left me there in sorrow.

You left me there gasping for one last breath.

One last breath was not my final.

My final was not my last.

For I am not dead.

Dead I am not.

But I have not forgotten what you have done to me.

You tried to murder my heart.

You tried to break it to pieces.

Your tried to shatter it into a million pieces.

A million pieces it is not, for it is still beating.

Beating it still is.

Though in the depths of my heart there is still a scar.

My heart has not forgiven.