Collection of Short Stories and Poetry

This piece has been inspired by this photo and : http://www.creativewritingink.co.uk/resources/writing-prompts/ The dirt on my hands is thick, black, mucky and rancid. I have buried her with my bare hands scrapping the dirt to cover the lifeless body. I look at my hands the only witness to my crime as they stare at me but I don't feel remorse, its the third or forth time that I have done this. The lifeless body is beneath me, rotting away as I stand on it and she was beautiful and I like my other prey charmed her with my tails of fame not that I have had any. But the young women always seem to believe me as they say I am handsome, I am called ' pretty boy' as they can't seem to resist my black hair and tall stride that I have. I have that natural look which makes me seem vulnerable and I lure them like a cheese on a mouse trap to their end. These hands will be washed, with no tale or mark neither with the girl who is now beneath me, all the newspapers say is ...

This piece is inspired by: http://www.creativewritingink.co.uk/resources/writing-prompts/ His glasses were all that now remained, his body probably washed away by the tide as he had walked into it like a child to the bosom of it's mother. The glasses glistened in the sunshine, as it sparkled like a beacon as they lay on the crisp, moist, sand as he had left them there with the pile of clothes down by the beach, naked as has he entered. He could no longer go on with life, it had no meaning to him, so he decided this was the best way, by the sea which has always been Peter's favourite place as a child growing up. Peter had been a misfit, someone who didn't seem to fit in, the geek as they called him, the one they pointed at and laughed and who never had a girlfriend. He was only nineteen, the whole world was it his feet, but now all that remained were his glasses and the footprints left by him, as he had walked down to the beach. Peter was now gone.

This Piece has been inspired by: http://www.creativewritingink.co.uk/resources/writing-prompts/ and this photograph:  Its time for me to go, I knew that this time would come but I don't want to leave her. I came here about five years ago, my mission was to report like many others who were sent before me on humans and how they live and their values. I originally game from planet Jirfrozon which is a beautiful planet far away beyond the reaches of humans. But what I didn't expect was to fall in love with Elaine. Jirfrozon's are explorers visiting planets and have come down on planet Earth several times through the decades. I found humans reports on our visits accurate via newspaper articles however was surprised to learn that they were thought of as hoaxes. I came here to report and observe only for five years and I was excited to find out about Earth when I came over. However I met Elaine who was working at the same place as I work, as we try to blend in and to b...