Creative Writing

Poem: Before a Cup

Both touches each other’s face with tenderness Those big muscles draws other one close A meet of lips, commoves them deep Tongues begin passion’s war, pigment gloss   Starring into each other’s eyes, Glistening bodies in a dark... Read More...
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Short Story: The Blue Pills

In the restroom, he looked at himself in the mirror and felt a stab of pity. "How will I fake through this my entire life," he thought panic-stricken.