A loop poem for today's prompt
A woman frantically escapes from an unstoppable force.
But is there something else to her fears?
Is there something else to discover?
For me and nobody else
TW: Suicide
This is a heartfelt poem written for all those frontline workers who have lost their lives fighting again the COVID outbreak.. May their souls rest in peace...
Please don't judge me for the scars on my legs. Don't look at me like the guy at the store did.
when everyone works for themselves, they work for others without making excuses. Lets remember the story of those heroes who sacrificed their present to make a better future for us.
{Trigger:Warning}
" From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity "
This is a creative writing piece I wrote for school. I tried to be creative through the use of repetition throughout the story. Roughly 5,500 characters in length. Enjoy.
This is based off a dream I had. This is my first time posting an actual story on here so we'll see how it goes. Part 2 maybe if it gets 5 likes
Thank you all for being who are!!
~Read this whenever you are feeling down!~
https://commaful.com/?r=clairelhorstman
The moment I realized the worst was yet to come. The moment I realized my sickness was more than a cold. The moment I felt most alone.
During these tough times we need to show gratitude
y'all it's r e a l bad this time. instead of it being sibling x sibling incest, its father x son incest and i- i didn't know, i didn't read the tags for this one and- i'm just scarred for life . i'm ...
A disease? Is brought to you all to show the sufferings of people in these hard times...be sure to drop a comment and a share
The_Original_Writer_
My fists clenched and nails embedded in skin. The humming machine was doing nothing for my run away brain so I focused instead on the steady tick and my sharp nails
A woman frantically escapes from an unstoppable force.
But is there something else to her fears?
Is there something else to discover?
For me and nobody else
TW: Suicide
This is a heartfelt poem written for all those frontline workers who have lost their lives fighting again the COVID outbreak.. May their souls rest in peace...
Please don't judge me for the scars on my legs. Don't look at me like the guy at the store did.
when everyone works for themselves, they work for others without making excuses. Lets remember the story of those heroes who sacrificed their present to make a better future for us.
{Trigger:Warning}
" From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity "
This is a creative writing piece I wrote for school. I tried to be creative through the use of repetition throughout the story. Roughly 5,500 characters in length. Enjoy.
This is based off a dream I had. This is my first time posting an actual story on here so we'll see how it goes. Part 2 maybe if it gets 5 likes
Thank you all for being who are!!
~Read this whenever you are feeling down!~
https://commaful.com/?r=clairelhorstman
The moment I realized the worst was yet to come. The moment I realized my sickness was more than a cold. The moment I felt most alone.
During these tough times we need to show gratitude
y'all it's r e a l bad this time. instead of it being sibling x sibling incest, its father x son incest and i- i didn't know, i didn't read the tags for this one and- i'm just scarred for life . i'm ...
A disease? Is brought to you all to show the sufferings of people in these hard times...be sure to drop a comment and a share
The_Original_Writer_
My fists clenched and nails embedded in skin. The humming machine was doing nothing for my run away brain so I focused instead on the steady tick and my sharp nails