Getting my feet a little wet

So, I’ve made this WordPress blog to express my writing. I’m not sure what I’ll be writing. Maybe some poetry, maybe some short and/or flash fiction. Maybe I’ll even work on some longer stories that have chapters. Whatever tickles my fancy, I suppose.

I would truly appreciate any suggestions/feedback on my creative works. Writers are their own worst critic, so I usually think there’s something wrong, even though there may not be! Or, there could be, and it would be nice to know how I can improve.

I would like to get serious about my writing. If I slack off, I give you the right to beat me like a red-headed step-child….okay, maybe not, but you can yell at me to get my ass in gear šŸ˜›

Anyway, I’ll leave you with one of my favorites, an old piece, but some of my writing all the same =]

The Crack Whore

She wore 5 inch stilettos and her rail thin frame leaning against the street lamp on the darkened street corner with bags under her eyes that her heavy makeup could barely hide and one of them freshly black and blue because she had been hit again but it was nothing new because she had been hit before.

Her body shook because she needed another fix and she needed to numb her thoughts once more because everything was starting to creep up on her again and all she wanted was that feeling back where she felt nothing and thought nothing and just wanted to pass out because she was overcome with exhaustion yet again.

Dawn was starting to break as she sashayed down the street and even though she was so weary she could still sell it and that’s the one thing in her entire life that she could be proud of because she was such a failure and could never do anything right according to everyone she had ever met.

Her johns and pimp beat her but she welcomed the pain with open arms every time because she craved anything that took her mind off of this as she would take another hit and another needle into her arm and sink into that familiar feeling again and felt nothing and thought nothing just like she wanted in the first place and she passed out from exhaustion and she never woke up.


8 thoughts on “Getting my feet a little wet

  1. Ooo, good šŸ™‚ I think I’ve read this piece before, but I don’t mind reading it again šŸ™‚

    Can’t wait to see what else you share here!

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