Tag: Writing
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Short Story – A Murder Of Crows
The Murder of Crows – Short Story Peer pressure and wayward ways, we were called the Front yard boys. There was Jimmy “Pecker” Peck, he was our leader. The toughest kid in school but the weakest in his household, every time we met up he always had a fresh-cut or shining sable eye. He was always the first…
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From Me To My Writer Friends
For my Writing Friends I stand now; I stand a man with no future as of yet, twiddled by his past and troubled by his condition but still I stand toe to toe – nose to nose with this epic-fail named my life. Yes it may have a detrimental state on my being but in life’s…
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A True Mother – Domestic Violence
The Mother – Based on True Events This story is very close to my heart, it is a story roughly based on my Mother’s life, I have changed the names and certain aspects of the story. I hope you see her vision. And can I just say, any woman out there how is suffering from…
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A Letter To My Future Kids from 2012 Ten Years Later
I wrote this letter on another blog of mine back in 2012. It’s been ten years and now I have two Children I notice my motivations haven’t budged all that much. Here’s the letter… Hey kids, this Dad. This is a letter to my future children; a small light upon my all darkness. I want…
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If We Only Die Once, I Want To Die With You
If we only die once, I want to die with you. I had a dream of our perfect life together, holding hands in the midst of each other’s battles. If we are side by side we could conquer it all, we could be royal lovers in our ravishing dark land. Too much booze brings out…
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An Evil Writer Kills With A Pen – Part 2
I am setting these pages alight, sending all my pieces of work into ashy memory, my own personal fire-shrine. I am the truest word of a writer so no further need for my tongue, cut it and kill it. I will take you on a voyage beyond the word hell – My diary. I am damaged; light-years…
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What Did I Just Write? What Was I Thinking?
What did I just write? What was I thinking? The jags from their stares wrench and echo beyond my eyes, their eyes are now chock-a-block with a monster. I invert my own look towards a daydream away from this pit of despair I helped dig for them. Hands clenched within my pockets, they will never…
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This Pen Is A Monster, It’s The Only One That Gets Me!
This pen is a monster; it’s the only one that gets me! I’m coming for it all, one last stand on every piece of paper, crumple it up and use them as bombs or make myself paper airplanes. Extremists, Haha! Please… I’m an extreme extremist; I eat terrorists as if they were bubble-gum, see what…
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Mental Health
To whoever stole my antidepressants, I hope you’re happy with yourself. It’s so weird when you have mental illness and take medication for it, all your friends disappear and don’t want to talk anymore. Now people know that that I have a screw loose, they tell me they believe in me all the time, so…
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An Evil Writer Kills With A Pen
I am flirting with fire; from normality I had cold-feet. I am a kerfuffle of trouble, there’s no saving me now as I have mushroom-clouds for thought bubbles. They lacerate my world believing they killed me, I’m letting slip my dogs of war until they know me as a reformed super villain. Challenge Completed, Planet…
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There’s No Sense Like Nonsense
There’s No Sense like Nonsense I am the devil and I am here to do the devils work! I’ve got my fingers on my own pulse, everyday my body is losing the idea of me. I walk in the sunlight and I burst into a paper ball of flames, bring your marshmallows and shovels; we’re…
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Breaking Bad Love
Breaking Bad Love — You may believe this is a story of another broken-heart, but you’d be wrong. This is a story about overcoming Drug Addiction. I hope this helps you… — These Breaking bad thoughts shimmer to the surface, living in a fantasy world where I shiver in the darkness within a false high.…
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Who Am I?
WHO AM I? — I’m a walking nightmare, my hands around my own throat, can’t shake awake! I’m dying to write dynamic dynamite; writing is my form of dialysis, I need all the badness out. A mental state of emergence has now been issued to you, personally. This is no jocularity; I mean this all…
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Alex Kennedy – Creative Writer and Mental Patient
First-off I would like to thank you for stopping by… I write because words are all I have; I’ll out-rightly out write you because you write what is rightly right! My name is Alexander Kennedy, I am 33 years old and live here in Kingston Upon Hull – England With my Wife (Cacilia) And my…
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My First Post of Madness… Enjoy!
Epilepsy convulsions and split-second spasms, my split decisions from my split personalities, my pride I take that personally, am I really that dampened when damaged? They deaden my deepest wrestling dread in my self-secluded, society excluded anxiety, A shut-in in this Hell in a Cell. My life, that lie, dis’ life will have you questioning…
Alexander Writes 