Christina Reed : Writing

Preparing for my love's funeral

Preparing for my love's funeral

A Story by Christina Reed


Looking in the bathroom mirror, my eyes have an almost hooded appearance. The sorrow and the crying shows very clearly in my face. Washing my face wit..
Tom Riley/Slenderman

Tom Riley/Slenderman

A Story by Christina Reed


Before he was Slenderman.
The penguin

The penguin

A Poem by Christina Reed


Black trousers and a black shirtI feel like a stuffy penguinOut of order and out of placeSomehow my hair got greasierBlack and warm like an oilslickMo..
Existensialism

Existensialism

A Poem by Christina Reed


I am in my body, you are i yours, we cannot ever touch. I can think that we can touch, but negative powers reflect off and we can never, ever touch. I..
Feel for me

Feel for me

A Poem by Christina Reed


I was made for loving you, can you get enough of me tonight?
I am holding back

I am holding back

A Story by Christina Reed


I am holding backBecause I do not want to frighten youMy nails dug into your backYour hands on my hipsAn overwhelming tickleDeep insideThis is what ha..
Flown

Flown

A Poem by Christina Reed


Sadness has flown over meLike a gentle angelAngels breath on my shouldersSlightly wearing me downThoughts and worriesFlying through my headSitting in ..
Cresting waves

Cresting waves

A Poem by Christina Reed


Thinking of you last summerTan and wet, with a glow in your eyesSitting on the bridge that goes into the beachThe dry smell of wet woodThe waves crest..
Dear stranger, this is me

Dear stranger, this is me

A Story by Christina Reed


Dear strangerHere I am. I am fragile, you can hurt me if you want. I am not in a position to stop you in time, because it is all in your head. I could..
The magic inbetween

The magic inbetween

A Story by Christina Reed


Life is a properous wonder filled with anxiety, energy and dreams. Death is a tragic end of a journey with no purpose, because in the end, it all lead..

First Page first
Previous Page prev
1