Poetry for a desperate heart — It's different, but I'll count to three I'll close my eyes and imagine myself on a bridge Somewhere in London, Somewhere in London, You'll see me When I'm at my best Dressed for you, I'm nervous Somewhere in London, Somewhere in London Wanna read more poetry like this? Click one…

My final attempt at being a writer on this platform — Going Back To Being A Writer, & Not Just An Author I’ve been gone, trying to figure out my path as a writer. As an author. As a poet. I’ve released a few digital projects lately, but I feel like I’m missing something. One thing I’ve learned about myself is that I want to release my literature as soon as possible…

A Short Horror Story — INT. CABIN — NIGHTFALL Johnny and a handcuffed man by the name of Henry, burst through the cabin door. Johnny closes the door behind them, quickly locking the door and sliding a nearby bookcase in front of the door. Henry stands in the center of the room and watches Johnny…

Poetry for a desperate heart — Poem # 1 We were in high school In my dream I wrote you a love letter, And we had lunch, Together. I met you in the parking lot In my dream You told me, you adore sunrise walks And quiet places In my dream. *Last Night’s Dream ~ Sakari*

Episode 4 of a survival horror — Chapter Ten A shot was fired. One sure focused shot that sounded off from the barrel of my gun. My target was clear. The easiest target to hit. Hunter. His body jerked from the impact, dropping him onto the ground, unsure where the bullet exactly hit him. As expected, his herd of…