Creative Writing

“I’ve done everything I can,” he began to exclaim, “what else do you want?” Tears ran down his cheeks as she stood on the other side of...

July 14, 1977 – 11:17am Relentless humid air filled the empty field, and miraculously, not a single branch was melting off the only tree...

The Rain Cannot Wash It All Away He sat motionless inside of his rusted Ford Explorer for the thousandth time; head resting against the...

I’ve waited all year for the first sight of flurries. I was shocked to see them falling so late, I guess early, at 3:30 a.m. Maybe Mother...

“Come hither, Festus! Maurice, let’s rush,” the third mouse shrieked with a violent hush. The three young fellows had one thing to do,...