Maria would never amount to anything. Girls like her never did. It wasn’t like she really had any choices, that’s just the way things were and everybody with any sense knew it. To think otherwise would be mere folly. Girls in her part of town never amounted to anything. The best she could hope for was to find a good husband some day, and hopefully escape the welfare system life she knew all too well. Growing up in a third...

In the mood for something to read?Then of my advice you best take heed.If it’s worth reading, you’ll find it here,On a site that’s celebrating its very first year. Looking for adventure that packs a thrill?Or a crime drama that ends in a kill?You can find a romance about a heated affair,Or a horror story guaranteed to scare. Supernatural stories if you’re so inclined,Musings that will exercise your mind,Science fiction fr...

Salt can be found everywhere. In the earth. Our oceans and seas. Our air. Even in our bodies. It was such a valuable commodity in our early ages that wars were waged just for the power and control salt would afford its owner. Only the rich could afford salt. It was a sign of prestige and honor to be able to possess it in even minimum quantities. It was often traded for fine silks and jewels. It was once the spice of Kings...

Sitting here staring at this blank page,Wondering what to write. The ideas flow through me like Water flows through a riverbed after a rainstorm. Uninhibited, Free to flow and shape itself,Morph into any form it desires.Writing is my outlet, Words my tools. Why is it so hard to put it here where it matters?Someone once told me;“Write a poem, it is the differenceBetween watching the sun set and reading about a sunset.”Then...

We drive up the east coast in an old Cadillac where, as the drivers change, I try to convey to you thoughts which are abstract, but articulated like a bike tire going flat-a silent hisssssssss till you press down and there's no firm contactand what was originally meant's no longer in tactTill the air fills up and is released againAnother state, another 'Welcome' sign; I don't feel so much a welcomed human but a machine br...

You probably were a bully, Who never did well in school, Stole other kid’s lunch money, And thought it was really cool. And now you’ve moved on, To stealing other’s work and time, All without a hint of remorse, As if it’s not even a real crime. I’d like to think people like you, Deserve a special place in Hell, For when you steal an author’s work, You steal a piece of them as well. So now I’m going to dare you, To try and...

Today, we had a revelation about something. We call ourselves writers...but isn't writing with a pen and a paper? I don't know, is it? Techinically, what are we? What can we call ourselves? Typers? We're typers...new age enthusiasts...typing away 500 words in 5 minutes or less, depending upon the amount of cofee that has been drunk...drank.Typing away to a generation that no longer cares for these things we call "books."W...

This was inspired from a friend's email, a line she had said and it brought about this little poem.there is this game I have been playinga game filled with wordspoetry is the gamethat I so enjoyseeing new wordscome in my mindand on my screenjuggling them aroundplaying with them to see howthey soundI have been playing this game for a while nowit is a fun game though abitch at timesfinding the words that work togetherthough...

A friend of mine once asked “How come everything you write is so dark?” I said they weren’t completely dark, you just had to see the light between the words. Which is true in all writing. There is intent and there is interpretation. What did I mean? What did you read? We spend our whole lives relying on pitch and tone of voice. Body language. Eye movement. The emotion of the moment. The physical presentation of a thought...

I sit at my computer desk trying to think,I pick up my coffee and start to drink,I've been up all day and into the night,Wracking my brain for something to write.Just sitting around all day at home,Hoping to write the next great tome,But my progress has been terribly slow,The words simply don't want to flow.I realize to reap the glory and wealth,My novel is not going to write itself,It's my own project, I understand,Thoug...