This is another one of my incomplete short stories. I decided to completely scrap it since: The protagonist was unlikeable, the action was uninteresting, and The reader usually doesn't end up

A short story currently in the works for creative writing. It's about a man annoyed with some of the shortcomings of his machine. A thousand transgressions this machine had inflicted on

Written for creative writing, entirely by me; without the use of the blatant plagiarism that people call "AI". Upon a dark evening I hungered Hungered I, For pizza But where to

A love poem about the federal highways (for creative writing class) The highway widely known So often referred to yet few marvel at its splendor the deep black of freshly laid road wet

Upon T-shirts I find disdain; The clothing of one lacking in class, The clothing of one who cares for nothing but buttoned shirts, They differ; In high regard I hold them, The clothing