Kit Drew sat outside in the cold weather of Lansing, Michigan. It was winter, and Kit was all bundled up with his broken labrador, Jackie at his side. It was freezing, and the only moisture in the air was Kit’s sadness. Just the way it was every winter since his father had died. Every single winter. Hunter Drew had died in a battle in the army. Kit had always imagined his father next to Jackie and him  every winter. He...

“Officers, for the last time, it was an accident.”

Dubiously, the police officer gazed upon the teenager sprawled in the hospital bed. He was not a pretty sight: his brown hair was messed up, his grey eyes were bloodshot and his left arm was embraced protectively in a sling.

“I know what that look is. You don’t believe me,” he continued, an exasperated sigh dripping from his lips. “Disgusting. Unbelievable. I was promised a fair hearing of my experiences and...

It’s tempting to compare The Favourite, the latest film from Greek director Yorgos Lanthimos, to the present state of world leadership; this pitch-black comedy of manners is set in the court of 18th-century monarch Queen Anne and follows a ruthless power struggle for influence over the almost pathetically inept ruler. It certainly treats historical facts with irreverence, but the uncompromising commentary on the grisly absurdity of the ruling classes rings true, especially when considering the rise of the far...

So, this piece is really nothing, but I've seen a lot of writers saying that a piece they wrote isn't about them; that they've never actually experienced feeling like their piece describes (i.e. depressed, anxious, or sad) 
I just wanted to say that I have felt everything described in my pieces. 
That's one of the reasons I like writing and do it so much because I'm able to move from personality to personality; switch moods and attitudes on the spot. ...

Lose.
Runaway woman,
That was my mother
Who spoke illy;
    The life she gave birth to
    Was "trash" 

Loser.
Give a day, bullies -
Reminded me of my faults
Never got better:
    "Why are you like this?"
    "Answer me, trash"

Loss.
The happiness / The love,
Drained from my eyes,
I'm so sorry...
    Let me make it up to you >
    < It's fine. Just leave me, trash.
...