Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere) > Writing | WritersCafe.org

Let’s ask ourselves who the hell is in charge and why they are still there?

Short story or poem Does it matter I hate labels lol

Stupid

Nothing left Just dirt Where the homeless Had the tents pegged Yesterday Council moved Them to a different Place Other side of the ..

Lightning hits The little Abandoned shack After 11 pm That storm Sure was a Doozie No one died No one lives there anymore In..

Be still Be ever so quiet Just be Just breathe Till you see The Writing on the wall The letters Form A exclamation mark In your ..

Splintered hands Fingers swollen Mans work Mans toil Imprints his Life Like a stamp On his head He goes about his day The da..

If we could choose the day We are meant to die Yes I would write It In an email express And send up yonder high He my God would read i..

I’ve done this in many time frames look for the dots at each verse

Fictional story