#creativewriting

Has the world given up on love?  Real love.  The kind of love that feels peaceful, serene, and safe.  How is one ever sure that they aren’t making a mistake when they say, I do? I have an idea of what love is, what love should be.  It isn’t something I can put into words. …

I thought I knew who I was.  I thought I was strong.  I thought I was stable. I thought I was loved, cherished, and valued.  I wasn’t. I was misled into believing that I was enough.  I was blissfully unaware that my devotion was a charade.  A scam.  A mockery. I thought I knew who…

(You've heard me talk extensively about the classes I am taking through Coursera. Well, here is the result of 4 weeks of talking about plot, and development. I have 3 more classes to complete, and I will be able to get a Certificate in Creative Writing!)    “Hey, Kennedy.” The in-house phlebotomi...