MARIAN E. WRIGHT WRITING CENTER

You creep through the hospital corridors. The alarm wails like a banshee, rattling your nerves raw. Your gown clings to your trembling body, slick with cold sweat. Something is wrong. You feel it crawling…

“Frankly, I see it as quite the insult you waltzed into my party and requested I hand my case over to you.” Detective Wingrove retorted, taking a step closer to her counterpart in the…

dear puzzle piece  seeking his place in the mosaic of life i understand the struggle you feel to constantly feel out of place as if you’re an autumn leaf on the branches of summer’s…

Gragnar, the raging orc, sat awkwardly hunched over a sheet of rough parchment, his thick fingersgripping the quill with surprising care. His heart, usually fueled by the fury of battle, now pounded with adifferent…