Creative Nonfiction
1 min
Writing is like unraveling a knot. It always seems to turn out that the twistiest jumbles are easiest to pick apart, while the simplest snarls morph into a recursion of stuck-fast loops in loops. To
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Poetry
1 min
Evelyn
Poetry
Contemporary
1 min
Pruning
Poetry
1 min
Laughing
Poetry
2 min
different bones
Short Fiction
1 min
Please, Just Let Her Walk Away
She hated the way he walked.
She despised it.
Hands in pockets.
Shoulders slack.
Walking leisurely as if he didn't have a care in the world.
He had places to be.
She knew it.
He ... [+]
She despised it.
Hands in pockets.
Shoulders slack.
Walking leisurely as if he didn't have a care in the world.
He had places to be.
She knew it.
He ... [+]
Poetry
1 min
The Red Forest
The molten sun melts like liquid gold over the small town. Scattered
Homes with curtains pulled ... [+]
Homes with curtains pulled ... [+]
Poetry
1 min
What She Made
Short Fiction
5 min
The Elysian Ring
Erevnitís studied the gold band that sat before him; for a ring that possessed the power of a God, it was quite plain. The fabled Elysian Ring looked worthy of a local goldsmith, not the Vulcan of
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Short Fiction
5 min
Right Person Wrong Time
Her POV:
Right person, wrong time was a bitch.
There he was, her best friend of the entire world, speaking in low tones with his girlfriend. They were perfect for one another. Togethe ... [+]
Right person, wrong time was a bitch.
There he was, her best friend of the entire world, speaking in low tones with his girlfriend. They were perfect for one another. Togethe ... [+]
Short Fiction
5 min
A Forgotten Face
He had seen her before, he was sure of it. Perhaps he had even known her name once though he could not now seem to remember. Without really understanding why, he smiled at the face before him and was
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Poetry
1 min
Polytheism
I woke to the hum of Tallulah's red Ford
Ranger in the driveway of my home. That morning, ... [+]
Ranger in the driveway of my home. That morning, ... [+]
Creative Nonfiction
4 min
A Female Server
I was sixteen years old the first time a man told me that I was pretty enough to be a server.
I was just a host, but a good one. One of the best, which isn't even bragging, because being a host ... [+]
I was just a host, but a good one. One of the best, which isn't even bragging, because being a host ... [+]
Short Fiction
2 min
The Knickknack Tree
It was sunny outside. Bright, almost blinding. Oliver sulked and sweated on his way home from work. His car had broken down earlier that morning, so he had walked the arduous one mile to the nearest
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Creative Nonfiction
2 min
Gold Ribbons
My hair started falling out about three weeks into treatment. I expected clumps (for the doctors, websites, and survivors said, "expect clumps"), and I imagined my hair falling out in neatly packaged
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