when the glass feathers fall im left to mourn.

Mr. Nelson Pugh suffers from crippling anxiety, which is only exacerbated when he travels. So when on his latest business trip he receives an unusual series of calls from his wife, Eleanor, his anxiety gets the best of him. At first, giving in to his own self-doubt, he attempts to cast aside his growing fears as another episode of paranoid delusion. As the calls continue, however, Nelson can no longer be sure. Is he suffering from a panic attack or is his family in terrible danger? And if the danger is real, will anyone believe him when he can barely trust himself? Hundreds of miles away and with no hope of reaching his family, Mr. Nelson Pugh must uncover the truth before the mystery reveals itself with potentially horrific consequences. *** Highest Ranking - #155 in Horror (October 19, 2017) *** *** Highest Ranking - #37 in Terror (July 17th, 2020) *** *** Overall Winner - Mysterious Marvel's "WayPaver Pick's Awards" (December 2, 2017) *** *** 2nd Place - Horror - The Sunset Awards (October 7, 2017) *** *** 2nd Place - Horror - The Unity Awards *** *** 3rd Place - Horror - The Corona Awards ***

the title says it all!

The stars in my hands: is a poetic prose work capturing each star in 3 short poems. Alexander Lorien

You're both that star you are sending your wishes to and the miracle you are waiting for. A collection of free verse poems and proses under the name of Wish (@WishWrites). S T A T U S {COMPLETED} # 1st in analogies [070620] # 2nd in proses [070720] # 4th in thoughtandfeelings [021120] # 3rd in free verse # 27th in poem

Wassup potterheads!!we all like to claim that we know everything about the JK Rowling's wonderful hp creations.Maybe you do know if you are a witch or a wizard. So here is a book from one potterhead making some points that he is a wizard too.The book has some of the interesting facts to blow away the potterhead army. Hope you enjoy the read and let me know whatever you feel about it all kind of comments are most welcome. see ya

Poem anthology made up of my poems from the past few years. Sometimes dark, sometimes meaningful, sometimes random.

Poetry. Black Women black writers short real thoughts

~ where is your bliss station / you have to try to find it ~