Hazy Stories

This is a collection of essays I wrote based on a tumblr post I once saw. Each colour was posed to my tumblr followers and Facebook friends as a writing challenge which included a "taboo list". The challenge was to describe each colour in its turn without using any of the seven words from the taboo list. This is the result of each of my prompts. Except for "Blue" (examples are in the introduction), each essay will end with my favorite two responses to the tumblr/Facebook challenge. Each chapter is dedicated to the first four people to respond appropriately to the prompt.

An unstable relationship with her mother, a brother she hasn't spoken to in 6 months, and a fling with a bad boy. Cassandra's hectic life takes a turn for the worst when she becomes a prime suspect in a gruesome murder. A murder she had nothing to do with. Well, sort of...

The person you care about asks you what's wrong. You can't tell then that it's about them.

This is a real life experience with a taxi driver in Cambodia

Stay: Book Three I have no idea who I am, to put it simply. Supposedly I was engaged, but I doubt that now. I constantly wear a bracelet with someone else's initials, at least, I think they belong to someone else. My name is Jasmine Brookes, according to the paper I found in my pocket the night I woke up. I don't know what kind of nightmare I'd been trapped in, but I certainly hope it's over now. I just wish the nightmares I somehow can't remember for the life of me would cease. Waking up screaming in the middle of the night? Not my favorite hobby. And through all of the torture and the glamour, I can't help but feel I'm missing something in my life. I just wish I could pinpoint what on Earth it was. I feel like . . . there's a gaping emptiness in me. And nothing I do can make it cease. The amnesia blocking parts of my life is destroying me, without making a single sound. And no one knows how to fix me. The latest movie Daniel's having me do, though? Somehow I feel that it's going to change everything.

Not Some everyday poem

Why are you here? Do you want some poetry or are you just curious about what I have written? Well, some poems may be not that good, but just click foreward, because I get older and that means I'm getting better (I hope). Enjoy ;)

Go with Hazy Brush as he go through some hard times and good times (this sounds cheese)

Hey, that's a poetry book I guess, I accidentally deleted my last one, therefore I need a new one lol [cover's obviously not mine]

Everything isn't what always as it seems to be. Constantly putting up a facade is tiring. If you hold something in for too long, you end with a major explosion of emotion-- catharsis. - In which Joshua Hong meets a girl on a rooftop that leads him to change his tiring, explosive life.

girl sax boy guitar #sad one night stand ->real feelings forced partner jaz concert drunk one night stand she leaves first and then his bands sax player go bye bye and she saves day

2 boys. 3 girls. 1 night. who would've thought so much could happen. lowercase intended yay larry

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a short story