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  Painful Confession

  

  By RainWashed, Park City, UT

  My hands are shaking, trembling like they’re being tossed to and fro by the vicious waves crashing on the sandy shore. My stomach feels like its being twisted, cruel hands squeezing it to pulp, pulverizing my appetite. My heart is pounding in my chest, threatening to burst through and e...
• Poetry > All Poetry
  Dream Bigger

  

  By RainWashed, Park City, UT

  Kindly admits to being an introvert Over being an extravert. Under appreciated by family and loved ones and Rarely gets thanked. Timid and passionate and Never backs down from a fight. Ever since childhood I Yearned to be a writer of more important topics than Just teenage love and innocenc...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  Healing Hearts

  

  By RainWashed, Park City, UT

  The sun was beating down on my back, small beads of sweat raced between my shoulder blades teasing me. If I would have know that the car was going to break down I would have worn something more summer appropriate. I was very aware that I was wearing a worn out, black tee shirt that was several sizes...
• Nonfiction > Memoir
  Monsters and Demons

  

  By RainWashed, Park City, UT

  I would rather be anywhere but here. If I could have walked myself home I would have, without a moments hesitation. Never mind that my home was about an hour from Pleasant Grove and it was a blizzard outside. The winter storm would have made me feel more welcome than sitting in my dad’s car. Here,...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  I'm Trying

  

  By RainWashed, Park City, UT

  She has cancer. And it suddenly seemed as if the world had stopped, frozen in a time when I should have been happy. Grief and sorrow struck out and clasped their cold hands around my chest and wouldn’t let go. I felt like I needed to vomit, to get rid of all the poison building up inside of me....
• Nonfiction > Memoir
  We Had Nothing

  

  By RainWashed, Park City, UT

  It was an unusually sunny day and I could feel the sweet warmth of the sun pounding down on my back, pushing me further and further into the ground, each step falling slower and slower behind the other. I gazed around, the heat swirling across the grass, caressing my face, and I could see the roses,...
• Nonfiction > Personal Experience
  Giving Herself

  

  By RainWashed, Park City, UT

  I was sitting at the island of granite in my kitchen. My mom stood directly in front of me, barely keeping the tears from spilling over. Her blonde hair framed her flushed face, her hands twisting uncomfortably as she finished telling me that my three year old cousin had cancer. Shock washed through...
• Nonfiction > Memoir
  We Are Free

  

  By RainWashed, Park City, UT

  It was an unusually sunny day and I could feel the sweet warmth of the sun pounding down on my back, pushing me further and further into the ground, each step falling slower and slower behind the other. I gazed around, the heat swirling across the grass, caressing my face, and I could see the roses,...
• Nonfiction > Memoir
  Rising Above

  

  By RainWashed, Park City, UT

  There’s a time in a single person’s life that the object of time seems to slow down, it darkens the depth of human understanding, and obstructs the view at the end of the tunnel. It’s a flashbulb memory, burnt into the back of your eyes, the vision trapped inside your mind and the voices echoi...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  No Right

  

  By RainWashed, Park City, UT

  The cool breeze swept across my face sending my hair to rise up and my skin to pinch tightly together. This walk, through the park in the fall was always miserable. It was chilly and the scenery, the one I had enjoyed the most, was wilting and dying, disappearing into nothing. It was a tragic cycle ...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Unforgiven

  

  By RainWashed, Park City, UT

  Tears like broken glass finding a way out, seeping through your closed eyes. Cold and broken, slipping and sliding cascading down your face. Tears, the window into your soul, years of hurt and disappointment find themselves at war as they struggle to unlock their tightly guarded cage. T...
• Poetry > Limerick
  Whispers By Your Ear

  

  By RainWashed, Park City, UT

  Do you remember that night when you eagerly left my sight, leaving whispers in my ear. You seemed to say everything I wanted to hear and then you turned around and took the light....
• Nonfiction > Memoir
  Footsteps On My Heart

  

  By RainWashed, Park City, UT

  It was a chilly evening with the sun setting squarely on my back. I could feel the warmth soaking into my spine and spread its dreadful happiness throughout my veins. I was surrounded by dried up vegetation and large rocks the color of ancient blood. The path was smooth and sandy under my sneakers. ...
• Nonfiction > All Nonfiction
  Reflection In Her Eyes

  

  By RainWashed, Park City, UT

  I looked down at my cute little Boston terrier. Her eyes were such a deep brown I wondered what kind of intelligence lurked beneath. I played with the idea that she would see me as a loving individual, who was unrealistically persistent, a person who had unnumbered successes, an extremely brilliant ...
• Fiction > Thriller/Mystery
  Inner Demons

  

  By RainWashed, Park City, UT

  My hands were shaking so badly, making it nearly impossible to properly strike a match over the rough surface of the fading chestnut cabinet, worn away where my mother use to cook, and I could almost smell Christmas dinner. I blindly search in the dark, trying to grasp reality and firmly hold on to ...
• Poetry > Haiku
  When I Was Young

  

  By RainWashed, Park City, UT

  Comforting fall breeze Scattered leaves around our feet Oh, how we have changed....
• Poetry > Free Verse
  What You Want

  

  By RainWashed, Park City, UT

  The darkness in your heart destorys the both of us, Your ignorance takes away your senses, She has taken your heart and hidden it away, She took everything you had and burned it, When she took your heart she left the awful darkness, That same darkness that destorys and consumes your precious so...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Dead To You

  

  By RainWashed, Park City, UT

  I come back to you like a beaten dog, Shattered Destoryed Empty. You're a ghost filled with empty promises, Completely Transparent. I'm glad you have them, holding them close to your heart, Cold Distant Theirs. All that's left of mine is a Hollo...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  This Body

  

  By RainWashed, Park City, UT

  This body, so groutesque, so badly deformed. My face, like Satan's evil angels had delicately carved every feature. My arms, long and spindly, twisted at odd angles, uselessy hanging by my side. My legs, small and birdlike. Bruised and beaten, lumpy and disgusting. My eyes...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Bleeding into Another Day

  

  By RainWashed, Park City, UT

  I hate the light. I prefer darkness, it's easy to hide in, bleeding into the next day of life. It's so easy to dwell in darkness, slowly building protective walls around yourself. Cloaking yourself in hurt, never forgiving. Darkness is inviting, wrapping you up in its c...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  The Unreal Reality

  

  By RainWashed, Park City, UT

  The plain beige walls betrayed everything about the house, for it was not warm and welcoming, but rather a dark and dank place where any sign of belonging and the slightest suggestion of happiness was immediately squashed without hesitation. The carpet was brown and long like a large Canadian Newfo...
• Poetry > Sonnet
  Phantom of the Opera

  

  By RainWashed, Park City, UT

  The Phantom's mask is bright, clear, as fresh snow. His face is hidden by the mask he wears. THe owners and cast are his darkest foe. Below the opera house he has a mare. The Phantom is known by different names. Come to the Angel of Music, he speaks. The Phantom of the Opera has much fame...
• Poetry > All Poetry
  Together

  

  By RainWashed, Park City, UT

  Look at yourself. Can’t you see it? Look at me. Me and you, You and I. With each other we will thrive. You are black as a crow, A sign of misfortunate. I am white as snow, A sign of hope. Together we will make the earth, Together we will haunt the people. Together we will die....
• Poetry > All Poetry
  Still dying

  

  By RainWashed, Park City, UT

  We were something special, I could tell. We were meant to be together, So why did he leave? Why did he leave when he said he loved me? Why did he crush my heart the way he did? Why didn’t he answer all the questions I had asked? He told me, After he left, That we were still close, ...
• Poetry > All Poetry
  Wish I knew

  

  By RainWashed, Park City, UT

  How could I live without him? I couldn’t tell you the answer, For I am still looking. How could we still love each other? We can’t there’s just no way. If he was dead, How could I still feel his love? I couldn’t. I couldn’t feel his heart beat under my hand. I just couldn’t....