1965

Creative Writing 1 Minute

November 27, 2021.

Exactly fifty six years ago to the day, my parents forged a union. Tied by a secret circumstance. Our lives shaken by revelations in the wake of my father’s death. Everything we knew was covered in blood. Every excuse and obsession was in Jesus’ name.

Our house divided, it was never meant to stand.

Published by David W. Jones

David is a writer and blogger who enjoys creating literary expressions about everyday life. He is a published poet and currently doing reviews, creative writing, and storytelling. David's interests include narrating point-of-view scenarios, documenting non-fiction, and writing scripts for film and television.

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