MuniqueKarrington also wrote these two short pieces of creative writing which are both beautiful and very moving.

Daddy, Please Help Me!

A father rocks his newborn to sleep. He can hear the child sleeping soundly against his heart beat. He falls asleep thinking of his unborn son crying out:

"Daddy!" he cries.

"Stay, Daddy please!" he whimpers.

"Stay for mommy, don't go with your 'family'!" he cries, felling his saddened mother's heartbeat.

"Mommy needs help, we need help," he screams as silently as he can, "we need a provider!"

  As he lay asleep in his mother's womb, he can feel the sadness in her heart, see his father walking towards the door and hear them arguing day by day.

"Mommy's sad, she can't do it alone!" he begs.

"Don't take your keys. Don't take your bags."

"Please don't leave, We need you to stay!" he pleads.

Please stop fighting. It's not good for me!" he cries.

The father reawakens with tears in his eyes knowing that he almost left and never looked back.

Paint to Write

"She's smooth as water," says the pencil and the marker she traced with.

"She's careful," says the hand that colored the blurry image.

"She's really messy," says the multicolored stained fingerprints of multiple chalks.

"She loves to paint," says the neatly stacked by size oil paint brushes.

"Soft as snow," says the handle as it glides by the gentle breeze.

"She's gentle," says the wet oil sliding down the paper in light streaks.

"Once I dry," says the wet product, "she will scrape and scratch my impurities."

"A fingerprint found in a murder," identifies the scraper carving the circular parts.

"She's gone in the wind," reminisces the finished product, the pencil and the marker, and the scraper. "We've been replaced."

"She got a new best friend," says the new pen.

"It's for the best," reassures the lined paper.

"It was a phase," mocks the keyboard and the monitor together.

"I love you," confesses the binded book full of poems, essays, and short stories.

"We feel so used and abandoned," whimpers the art, the pen and paper and the keyboard with the monitor.

"I'm sorry," apologizes the hand that wrote and painted for years, "I never meant to hurt you"