Taking the week off

I'm working on some writing that doesn't fit in the 1500 words or less format. I'm taking a week to dedicate myself to it. :) see y'all in a week!

To Whoever Finds This Letter

Tittle: To Whoever Finds This Letter
Word Count: 123
Story Notes: If this story seems unfinished, it is because I never quite could finish it. I like it as a fragment. We know that Jamie thinks he is the most important person in the world, we just don't know WHY he thinks this.

    To whoever finds this letter,

                

               My name is Jamie Myers; I’m 28 years old and live in a one room apartment.  I have never dated anyone over 3 months, never worked a job longer than a year and have never owned an animal that has lived over two years. I’m average build and slightly below average weight, I have brown hair and eyes and a medium white complexion. I never went to college.

                It may seem strange to lay everything out so quickly, but strange seems fitting of the past few days. I just wanted to get the fact that I’m nothing special out of the way before dropping this bomb on you; I may be the most important person in the world.

               

Poem on the spot!

Something came up today and I completely forgot to post here. I'm on the wrong computer, so instead of a normal post- I'll write a poem on the spot! It'll probably be crap :)

Today I went to therapy
For once, someone understood me
I try and tell my family when I'm in pain
Too bad they never seem to get it
Sometimes things just suck

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There you go! A poem on the spot.. about my day :) it's hard writing poetry with no real inspiration. It doesn't come out as good as my usual stuff.

Nightmare II

Title: Nightmare (II)
Word Count: 54
Story Notes:

Sleep now, the day is long over

And now the night is almost gone

And when tomorrow brings the dawn

Every nightmare that sweats your brow

Everything that haunts you now

Will be gone until the night

And everything will be aright

I’ll stay by your side here

‘Till there’s nothing left to fear.

Blue

Title: Blue
Author: Samantha Goode
Word Count: 41
Story Notes:



Blue

Like the color of her eyes
That gazed down at me

I look up
And touch my lips to hers

We are one
As one can be

But it’s not love
Because love doesn’t exist

Love is but a word

No blog today!

I completely forgot. I'll have my weekend post tomorrow. There will probably be only 1 post a weekend for awhile. I'm still compiling weekend posts from people.

Killer

Title: Killer
Word Count: 147
Story Notes: This one is pretty dark.

When I woke up the morning sun had spilled into the room though open blinds, filling the tiny space with light. I was still wet with blood from the night before, although some of it had dried to my skin. I glanced at Susan, or what was left of her.

 You’d think it’d be a shock, killing my best friend, but it wasn’t. Lately there had been something so off about her; at least that was what I was telling myself. Realizing that it was me that had something “off” was the best discovery of my life. I’d never felt as alive as I did cutting into Susan. The only downside about killing my best friend was that I had no one to share this feeling with.

 I wondered if I could get this place clean before someone showed up. I wondered who I should kill next.