Sunday, January 1, 2012

Creative Writing

Sometimes there are other voices in my head, and they beg to be released.  Sometimes I let them out.  Here is what happens, then:


Short Fiction
Drizzle
Fluid
Full Bodied
Heavy Metal
Lost amid the snow
Multi-layered
Smooth
The Picnic


Poetry
Frost
Ode
The Abyss
Toddler
Underneath the Mistletoe

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Hmm...And how did that make you FEEL?