Right now, I am on my hands and knees on the ground. Death is coming for me. There is no escape, I know that now. I think that I finally bit off more than I could chew. They say that when you're about to die, you can see your whole life flash before your eyes. That's not the case. I didn't see any damn flash. All I feel is pain. An agony that doesn't seem to...
A Note from the Author: I wanted to thank everyone who posted comments and sent me emails about Sophia's Trip. This chapter picks up where the first one left off. So if you haven't read the first one, I encourage you to do so. Enjoy! After I had gone to the bathroom to clean myself up a bit, I walked back into the bedroom to find James exhausted and sleepin...
I recently turned 18, the age when I could legally enter an adult only chat room. The web sight that I had been visiting for a year has rooms open to all ages. Now I wanted more. All ages chat about sports, rock music, and movies was becoming dull. I'm a frail boy of 116 pounds, and very little muscle. Some would even say I look a lot like my sister. The he...
I didn't realize the significance of what was happening when I agreed to take a ride up to Dallas for the weekend. It was early fall and for me October 3rd and 4th never really stood out for me. I mean my father's birthday was on the 6th, but Jeanie hardly knew my dad and her roommate Ann didn't know him at all. Who was I to question the occasion? They wer...
Twelve O'clock the alarm blinked every second. I rolled over and saw a picture of James. Why him? Why Him, why him?!? I think it is more like why me. I thought he was the perfect roommate; everyone said I had nothing to worry about. He was always willing to spring for pizza or a flick. So why did I fall for him? How could he do that to me? Most of all,...
Chapter 1: The River Nyla looked down at the river and sighed. The stream's continuous flow seemed endless, but her reflection stood unwavering in the translucent liquid. "Ugh! Just my luck!" Nyla kicked a pebble into the river and watched it travel through the maze of stone that lay at the shallow beginnings of the stream. She suspected that her mother wa...
The name is Justin Allemand. I am a tall, good-looking young black man of Haitian origin living in the city of Brockton. When I am not on the Bridgewater State College campus, which I attend while studying criminal justice, I am pursuing that which I consider to be my ruling passion. I like to find big-booty ghetto bitches and fuck them. I also like to fuck...
In my other poetry form articles I reviewed several Japanese form poems including the tanka, sedoka, choka, somonka, renga, and katautas. In other articles I outlined some more involved forms including the villanelle, terzanelle, roundel, rondeau and rondeau redoubled. While each type of form had their own intricacies, the latter group of forms got fairly...
Marie is an 18-year-old female goth who goes to high school. She is a beautiful, white, pale skinned girl with long, shiny, black hair that went down to her hips, with bangs on the front. She wore piercings on her left ear and one piercing on her right eyebrow. She also wore black lipstick, a black ribbed knit beanie hat, a stud neck band, a black hoodie wit...
Dear Shoeblossom, As an artist of sorts, I remember reading that the writer William Burroughs spent his final years, after his debacles in New York and Tangier, in very quiet Lawrence, Kansas. It wasn't as exciting as Mexico, where he'd shot Mrs. Burroughs' head off while playing "William Tell" with a martini glass so precariously placed...but it was time...