Stories by brokenpoet, by oldest first

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  • Cindy stared through the window, into the moonlight and she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. She gasped and ran outside, and across the fluorescently lit street. She quick
    by brokenpoet 1600 words, 6 comments, on Feb 2 5:16 PM 2005. In <200 lines, Crime
  • Once upon a time in an ocean on the other side of the globe there was a shark named big Bubba. Big Bubba was hungry, so he went to the fish market. They had fish, more fish, an
    by brokenpoet 300 words, 3 comments, on Mar 11 3:27 PM 2005. In <200 lines, Childrens
  • My heart was throbbing, my palms sweating, and tears slowly, silently leaked from my eyes. I couldn’t believe I had just had my first child. I also couldn’t believe she had jus
    by brokenpoet 1300 words, 9 comments, on Mar 19 11:10 AM 2005. In <200 lines, Depression, Inspirational
  • CHAPTER 1
    Her face was a pale as snow; she had eyes that didn't sparkle. Cindy wasn't one to get out and go places too much, in fact not at all. She was more subdued, she ha
    by brokenpoet 1200 words, 4 comments, on Mar 28 8:50 PM 2005. In <200 lines, Romance
  • I stepped out of the car and peered at the beautiful forest before me. I’m not really the hiking type of person, however since my parent’s drug me all the way out to Yellow Sto
    by brokenpoet 600 words, 1 comment, on Apr 26 5:34 PM 2005. In <200 lines, Other
  • by brokenpoet 1300 words, 1 comment, on May 18 6:55 PM 2005. In <200 lines, Adult, Crime, Depression
  • That day the sky was blue, cherry trees had blossomed, wild flowers had made it out of the ground, birds were singing natures symphony, and
    by brokenpoet <100 words, 5 comments, on May 22 6:25 AM 2005. In <200 lines, Romance
  • Who would think that working at Wal-Mart could be dangerous? Who would think that a man would stalk you just because he didn't like the way you handled his situation with a ref
    by brokenpoet <100 words, 6 comments, on May 25 9:41 PM 2005
  • A midnight song was playing for Anna as she fell asleep on the damp ground. The only thing to cushion her from the grass was a small blanket she had found in a dumpster. The fr
    by brokenpoet 700 words, 3 comments, on Jul 23 8:23 AM 2005. In <200 lines, Inspirational, Romance
  • Inspiration:  Stimulation of the mind or emotions to a high level of feeling or activity.
    The condition of being so stimulated.
    by brokenpoet 500 words, 1 comment, on Aug 9 8:47 PM 2005. In <200 lines, Other
  • Well today I posted my 300th poem. When my eyes first laid upon this site I told myself that when I got to my 300th poem I would try to sor
    by brokenpoet <100 words, 5 comments, on Aug 10 9:23 AM 2005. In <200 lines, Other
  • You looked at me as if you were going to ask a question. *What is...oh, never mind I remember* and I looked at you, and you wrote on your paper. Then later again you looked at
    by brokenpoet 100 words, 3 comments, on Aug 14 7:17 PM 2005. In <200 lines, Other, Romance
  • I am too scared to open the door because of the noise it will make. I am too frightened to turn on the TV because of the blast in volume. I'm too petrified to even move on my o
    by brokenpoet 2300 words, 3 comments, on Jan 4 6:29 PM 2006. In <200 lines, Other
  • "What is wrong with you?"
    "What do you mean, what's wrong with me?"
    by brokenpoet 200 words, 4 comments, on Feb 28 9:55 PM 2006. In <200 lines, Depression
  • If I was teaching Elementary School and had to make up a story. (
    by brokenpoet <100 words, 3 comments, on Mar 1 8:27 PM 2006. In <200 lines, Childrens
  • Queen Elizabeth<o ></o >
    Imagine trying to uphold the throne of 15th century England, sending soldiers to fight in miraculous bloody battles, and dealing with your gre
    by brokenpoet 800 words, on Mar 15 8:55 PM 2006. In <200 lines, Other
  • He did not have to speak for me to know what he desired. He wanted the truth and it was that I could give him anything in the world, but the ever-lasting-personable-heart-breaking-truth. His eyes screamed pain, but the rest o
    by brokenpoet 1400 words, on Jan 19 9:16 PM 2008. In First person, Love, Sad
  • Eating a couple bites of twizzlers and finishing up some research for my paper, I turned to the clock. 2:30 in the morning. Deciding I should get some rest, I closed my books, turned off the computer, and went to bed. Lying t
    by brokenpoet 500 words, on Nov 12 11:42 AM. In Dark, Dream, Fantasy
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