Colleen Sweeney
Bio
I've been writing for over twenty years, spurred on by the death of my grandpa and unable to find a way to express myself. I graduated from college with a degree in Creative Writing, and a minor in Psychology.
Stories (6/0)
Dear Donald
Dear Sir, As you prepare to leave the hallowed position of President of the United States of America, you ought to know that we are no longer united. Sure, it could be said that as you campaigned across the country in 2016 that the U.S. was already suffering fissures in our foundation, you did nothing to heal those fissures. In fact, it could be said that you caused an eruption rivaling Mount Vesuvius that broke us apart further.
By Colleen Sweeney3 years ago in The Swamp
Dear Man in Office
Dear Man-in-Office, Whether or not you know it, you are truly screwing this country over. You recently signed some executive orders in the hopes of stimulating our economy and helping those who are out of work or those having become very stretched thin by the pandemic by giving them money or a deferment to pay bills/taxes. Of course, this all hinges on your being re-elected (there is always a catch with you).
By Colleen Sweeney4 years ago in The Swamp
Autumn/Winter Romance - Final Part
The following few months were a whirlwind. I called my mom after Robert and I left the beach and went somewhere warm, and she screamed when I told her. The screaming was quickly followed by giddy laughter. Our friends were extremely happy for the two of us, having known from the Halloween interaction we had that we would end up together.
By Colleen Sweeney6 years ago in Humans
Autumn/Winter Romance - Part 3
By the time, we had pulled apart, his arm was around my waist, and we had basically become one person. He pulled back slowly, his hand coming up to cup my cheek. My eyes remained closed for a few more seconds, before slowly re-opening.
By Colleen Sweeney6 years ago in Humans
Autumn and Winter Romance
I met Robert on Halloween in 2015. I was dressed head-to-toe in early twentieth century clothing as a vampire who could not bring herself to dress in modern fashion. I was particularly proud of myself because I had managed to spend less than five hundred dollars on the costume, which I could use for multiple purposes outside of Halloween. I was also the most fancily dressed at the Halloween party — that was, until Robert walked in the room.
By Colleen Sweeney6 years ago in Humans
