Chartheteacher : Writing

White Horses

White Horses

A Poem by Chartheteacher


The salt of the sea and the soft of the sand, the calling gulls in my motherland, the creak of the deck and the curve of the wave, the sec..
Survivor

Survivor

A Story by Chartheteacher


I don't think about it everyday. It's not on my mind when I wake up or wash my face or call home. But it is always there; in the pit of my stomach, in..
For John

For John

A Story by Chartheteacher


The death I write about is not fiction. These words represent how I felt after a friends death. Please let me know what you think.