The Bridge
Strange how a thing so small could hold the hopes of so many. He stared at the small shape, the
Author: Wren
Cleave
I’ve been doing a lot of work on scripts and screenplays and novels lately, so the creative juices are a
The Crypt Boy
His mother used to tell him graveyards were no place for a little boy. His mother told him many lies.
That Lonely Road
Loneliness can become a physical thing, a person that sits beside you on the bus when no one else will.
Pick a Pumpkin – Pick the Biggest One!
It’s a special day. You’ve dressed me up in my very best coat, a sweater, one long sleeved shirt, one
Today We Are Strangers
I clench my fingers and fight the urge to take your own in mine. Last night you slept with one
It’s My Birthday, And…
Haa-ppy Biiirth-daaaay to meeeeeeeee, Haa-ppy Biiirth-daaaay to meeeeeeeee, Haa-ppy Biiirth-daaaaaaaaaaaay deaughg oh god a bear! A BEEEEAAAAARRRRRRR!!!! Image courtesy
At Night
At night I believe in ghosts. In daylight they would be nothing but dresses; pretty sculptures made of an artists’
My Man
My man’s coming home today. He’ll come here first. Before he goes to the white house with the picket fence,
How DO you solve a problem like…
I wish he had never written that song. Or I wish that my mother hadn’t been quite so devout –