Creative Writing Submissions

Ok, well I know you have all been dying to read what I have written for creative writing this year.  (Umm... yeah right, because I'm pretty sure no one reads this blog. Whatevs.)


Click to read my short story - Walker's Will


And here is the lyric poem below.  It's written in a Shakespearean sonnet form.  Sorry, I was in an extreme "girl power" mood when I wrote it.  It's a little harsh.  


Sorry to any guys reading this.  I know you aren't all like this.

Dear Bigot

If I could give you one thing back today

It would be the guilt that you made me feel.

I couldn’t say what I wanted to say

For fear of making a feminist spiel.

At the time, I didn’t hate you for this.

It was crucial for me to make that change.

I fell in a misogynist abyss

That only wanted my brain rearranged.

But then one day, I was liberated

Never to return to that awful place

Where women were forever agitated.

You thought I was no good, but here’s a taste

Of what you are missing, and it’s no lie

It is a chauvinist whom I must defy.

Annabel Lee

by Edgar Allan Poe


It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

Backlash

Stability.  The amenity of my life.
Events happened that were never intended;
I'm sure.
But how is it for you now?
The causality, reality, and centrality
Of what you've done is hitting hard.
Like being suffocated,
I realize it's too late,
Even though I struggle
Against the inevitable.
I panic and attempt to gasp
While screaming in my head.
My memories flash over all of the finite bad
Instead of the infinite good.
This was never supposed to happen;
I'm sure.