A short poem about how alcohol can renew long forgotten scars.
Depression is a monster we have to fight at some point in our lives.
This poem embodies my writing ethic. I can only write when I'm really depressed. I feel a certain surge of inspiration when I'm depressed. When I don't feel that surge of depressing inspiration, I can't write a word.
The tale of a boy named Jack who overcomes his social anxiety and fear of rejection by professing his attraction for a certain girl in his class. His actions in the story lead to a rather dark and tragic end.
Just a late night poem I wrote about addiction and the state of mind of an addict.
This is part 2(continuation) of my previously published story, Her Aftertaste.
Jack met her when he had lost all hope and had no reason to live anymore. Over time, she became that reason. While most Stories like this end happily, this one-Unfortunately for Jack- Doesn't.
"There's Always hope, You just gotta know where to look for it."
A Novel I have been writing for a while.This is only the intro and I promise the grammar,vocabulary and everything else gets better in the next one.