Writing For Me

Joined August 2021

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Crimson Tears
Your presence lights up the morning like the sun but also covers me like a dense mist. Pure sunrises manifest with beauty, but with a thousand secrets hidden behind the folds of the early morning curtain.
By Writing For Me4 years ago in Poets
Gara
His feet felt like they were being stabbed by daggers with every step he took, and his arms were begging for a break from smacking vegetation to the side to move. He had been running for three days now, without food or water; and beginning to take a toll on him, exhaustion crept its way through him. He stopped for a second to catch a breath, resting his hands on his knees as he panted. He looked up and, in front of him, a dirt road that contorted across the forest manifested itself. After some thought, he stood up and decided to follow it.
By Writing For Me4 years ago in Fiction
Humility Cure
When I was around the age of 12. I was a realy arrogant and stubborn kid. some may argue that those two are common traits among young, pre-teens. Nevertheless, I was overly arrogant to the point where I would put others down to boost my self esteem.
By Writing For Me4 years ago in Confessions
Raquel
Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Harold Slowpace, although my friends just call me ‘Harold’. This may not be a biography of importance as such it is that of Barack Obama but hey, it's still a way to pass down a legacy, although I only recommend this course of action if you are unable to have kids. A I guess you figured out already, I don’t have any children, and now; in my 20th year of living, I can say that it was a fair price to pay.
By Writing For Me4 years ago in Fiction