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March 11, 2020

Tuesday is my normal day off, I took this morning off as well. I was hoping to get some writing done, but I am so fried that I can't create anything.

This isn't writer's block, or as I like to joke writer's laziness. I know what I want to write, I know what I want to sa...

March 8, 2020

Dear readers,

This post isn’t about depression, or suicidal thoughts — I don’t have any. 

I am just wondering “out loud.”

Up until about ten  years ago, I had a pretty great life. The last five some of the worst. My life before wasn’t perfect, but I enjoyed most days. The...

March 8, 2020

Eyes heavy with crushing fatigue flicker and close
 

The blackness of out becomes that of in
 

An uneven sleep brings some relief from the horrors of the day
 

Part of me hopes not to wake

To get relief from the crushing weight of others
 

Part of me needs to wake
 

Believin...

February 16, 2020

A child full of hope
A child full of innocence

Into the world trusting
Into the world wide-eyed

On day one begins the torture
On day one begins the torment

The child steps onto school grounds in fear
The child steps onto school grounds full of terror

To themselves the chil...

February 7, 2020

Stress and near crippling anxiety --

--or not having anyone to turn

Maybe it is time to be done

February 6, 2020

MAY I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION PLEASE

I have decided to accept proposals to determine which literary agent/agency will earn an exciting opportunity. I am offering exclusive rights to represent me and all of my current and future works. That’s correct, this could be your chan...

January 30, 2020

Trapped by walls without end

Within cages with no doors

Secured by locks with no keys

A soul, devastated and crushed

Caught in an eternal void

Escape not possible

Confidence, did I ever have it?

Courage, was it an illusion?

Hope, a false prophet

Belief, nothing but a hidden lie

...

January 25, 2020

I waited, hoping

Nothing

I stayed behind

Nothing

I keep peeking out the window

Nothing

I am alone

More alone than I have ever been

Adrift

Abandoned — again

Sad

Full of sorrow

My health declines

My will nearly gone

I wait

Alone

Unwanted

Unneeded

Unchosen

Second, again — not even

Tosse...

January 20, 2020

Tortured and Tormented is a work of fiction.
It is an attempt to understand the current trend occurring in the U.S.
This story is NOT intended to excuse or justify any violence or violent actions.


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