Vicky's View

A true short story I wrote in creative writing back in 1989.   Cut It Off   The room was quiet as a classroom can be on a Wednesday afternoon.  The rustle of papers shuffling, feet tapping, and deep sighing were the only noises heard...

I found a collection of things I wrote during a college creative writing class in 1988 for various assignments. Here are some of the excerpts from the poetry exercises. OH GOD Cold, unfeeling words spoken Gut-rending agony Hot gushing tears Unending emptiness Through a haze...