I wrote the following story in 1999, and it’s really one of my favorite pieces of writing to date. “I hate my life,” Daria screamed
Are you open?
This is a poem I wrote in college. I could make up some deep reason behind the words but honestly, my poems are not that
Darkness
It begins in a room. A cold, dark and lonely room A room where I am alone I hear a noise outside but am afraid