Everything is ok–Nothing

I wrote  a little story for Halloween- let me know what you think..   I don’t remember how I got here. I was sitting at my desk at work, typing a report, half zoned out from boredom and exhaustion; a product of not sleeping well the night before. My report was due at the end of the week and I knew it was important but somehow I couldn’t make myself care. My eyes glazed over and I could feel that little jump; my head bobbing as I fought off sleep. The screen grew fuzzy. The words lost meaning between my … Continue reading Everything is ok–Nothing

Scissors

“Don’t move and it won’t hurt so much,” My mother said tapping my head with the comb. I winched. She sighed and brought the comb slowly through the sections she was working on, stopping at the ends and snipping them off cleanly. My locks had grown about mid back length and they were becoming tiresome so it was time for a hair cut.  She worked quickly knowing that my tolerance for this task wouldn’t last. Snip. Snip. “Don’t squirm.” It hurt because my hair tangled at the ends as it always had and well, you try having someone rip hairs … Continue reading Scissors

Acrostic poems and why everyone can write them.

Hey there everyone, Amaranthineblogs here.Through this post I want to introduce to you what an acrostic poem is.”An acrostic poem is a type of poetry where the first, last or other letters in a line spell out a particular word or phrase. The most common and simple form of an acrostic poem is where the first letters of each line spell out the word or phrase.”.Not many people know about this and hey if you do, then type a “yes” in the comments section and let me know.Here’s an example for an acrostic poem I wrote : https://amaranthineblogs.wordpress.com/2017/08/23/women-an-acroustic-poem/ That’s one … Continue reading Acrostic poems and why everyone can write them.

The caged bird..

The bird in the cage is destitute it cries, but no sound is heard it’s heart has been shattered into a million pieces it’s hope smashed to smithereens. The black hooded figure outside, stares it’s nefarious smile spreads through the cage.. and the poor bird..it shivers. It’s desire to live…plunged into and burned like an unlighted candle.               the bird     Continue reading The caged bird..

What About Us

A poem I wrote in 2007- April 14, 2007 What about us? The reason why we search for love is simple. We want to be exceptional to someone, Even if the world can’t see out specialness We want someone who can. We need someone to think we’re important And to miss us when we’ve gone away. we cling to that person who thinks more of us them we do of ourselves but the world neglects us, rejects us, deflects us. So I have to know- What about those of us who are not exceptional, great or special? The normal, hum-drum, … Continue reading What About Us

Work Shopped Story Revision

Thomasa Pridgen Feb 2019 Love Story for Creative Writing Workshop He touched her arm and she could instantly feel the heat. She craved his touch so it wasn’t that she didn’t like, she did- a lot, but she could feel herself start to boil and she wondered if he would notice, if he could read the thoughts racing though her mind. She imagined him grabbing her and pulling her into him and the thought made her smile. She looked into his eyes knowing that if he never let go she would simply float away and somehow she’d be perfectly happy … Continue reading Work Shopped Story Revision

Becky’s Grave

[Challenge: Write a horror story based on a bit of local paranormal history.] Another cat. Another drape of dew-sodden fur over a worn headstone, blood sticky on the granite. Hardened black drips of candle wax make a witch-ring about the grave. Another Halloween. I never understood the part about the cats. A real witch would never. Whatever it is they want from me, living cats draw ghosts aplenty; that poor carcass will only draw flies. I want to bury the wretched thing right now; I can touch things, if I want enough. But any activity on my part would only … Continue reading Becky’s Grave