Andrea gets a surprise visit in the middle of the night by her drunk ex.
A poem about how thoughts are like a tree- one leads to another and so on. Just some creative release. Hope you enjoy! (Contains some dark-ish images, but you'll be fine. 😅)
#5 in my Phobia Series. I haven't written many stories, so apologies, but this is a short story about 'coulrophobia'. (Also, the British English version of sidewalk being pavement.) Thank you. :) <3
// submission for deep confession contest //
A poem about the negative effect of alcohol abuse, on prompt: illogical. My viewpoint on it.
The night never ends, the day never dreams.
I am sober, and that’s okay.
Sure you might have travelled by plane, train, and automobile BUT have you ever travelled by bottle?
I don’t drink alcohol. Ever. I used to.
A short poem I wrote some time ago.
I want the clock's hand in a spiderweb
when in doubt, write something overly melancholic.
A little something on the daily prompt
I miss the feeling of your misery
Weaker than what? We all have a vice.
GloPoWriMo day 19: Drink. I'm nursing a small hangover, so this was an appropriate prompt.
I'm no longer a kid.
I no longer drink milk
to help me sleep
Poème...It means poem in French.
A piece dedicated to alcoholism, the desperation to numb overwhelming pain.
Existential questions at the border of a bridge.