The Writing Desk of Tiffany C. Lockhart
It was the last thing that she wanted to hear. The words echoed within her mind, playing over and over like a broken record. Shock ran through her veins as she stood rooted to the spot, unable to say or do anything. 193 more words
4 days, 16 hours ago
Stories by Crazy
As I take my last few constitutionals in Seattle, I felt the need to sit and refocus my mind before my journey.
I would admit that I have lost some focus in the last few weeks, feeling distant and alone. 1,043 more words
1 week, 3 days ago
Carl Panzram was an American serial killer, rapist, arsonist, and burglar. In 1928, he was arrested for burglary and confessed to murdering two boys. 993 more words
1 week, 6 days ago
i used to be absolutely obsessed with peoples last words whether they were prisoners in jail or authors. anything someone said before they died, i wanted to know. 189 more words
A raging beast, the disease came back.
At the end her memories rose to the surface,
A champagne distillation of her life.
Words halting and slow. 178 more words
Pardonnez-moi, monsieur. Je ne l’ai pas fait exprès.” (“Pardon me, sir. I did not do it on purpose.”)
Marie Antoinette (1755-1793), to her executioner, after accidentally stepping on his foot.
3 weeks, 6 days ago
Chronicles of a Clumsy American
The final week (July13-16) , the final doodles.
I know class has been over for about a week, and I am very behind on posting things. 268 more words
1 month ago