1 min
Poetry
Short Fiction
2 min
On the Banks of the River Called Neuse
1725. The sound of the Venison Mother's mast cracking boomed like cannon ball shot from the innards of a Royal ship of the line. Splinters caught one man in the throat, one man in the eye. The
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Poetry
"O"
Poetry
1 min
Still left
Creative Nonfiction
5 min
Some Things Never Change
You always hear people talking about their mom being their best friend or their mom doing this and that for them and being so excited to see them, but what about when that's not the case? What about
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Poetry
1 min
Shades of Sapphic
"And yet what purple hours one can snatch from that grey,
slowly-moving thing we call Time!" – ... [+]
slowly-moving thing we call Time!" – ... [+]
Poetry
1 min
puppet museum visit
Creative Nonfiction
2 min
Grief Before Death
Abuelo is dying.
He has been dying for a while, some odd quantity of months.
I have learned that like plants, humans can wither so quickly.
One day, we are so healthy our flowers are fully ... [+]
He has been dying for a while, some odd quantity of months.
I have learned that like plants, humans can wither so quickly.
One day, we are so healthy our flowers are fully ... [+]
Short Fiction
2 min
Not What I Appear To Be
Splatter woke up to her alarm. She sat up and stretched, looking at the time and smiling as she saw she was a few minutes ahead of schedule. Getting out of bed, she headed towards her closet and
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Short Fiction
3 min
Self-Fulfilling Theatrics
The murmuring of nobles filled the theatre. The stage was unfamiliar: marbled floors, stone pillars that seemed to reach the heavens, rounded ceilings adorned with paintings of Gods and Goddesses
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Short Fiction
5 min
A Balloon's Hapless Love for a Lamp
I used to be shiny. I used to be plump. I used to be ready to bounce and float to my heart's content. I was made to please: blown up with the air of a smiling clown, and twisted to become an animal of
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Poetry
1 min
Currency
Short Fiction
2 min
Memory of a Home
The door slammed shut as the kid, a teenager soon to graduate high school, leaves the house. This isn't an old house, nor is it a new one. It has been there for what seems like ages surrounded by the
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Poetry
1 min
I wonder If black children
Creative Nonfiction
5 min
Intercontinental Breakfast
Mom came to America, hungry for a slice of the American dream. Her first bite was a man from Texas, a recent divorcée who was sweet, with an aftertaste of debt. Still, America was the "shining City
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Poetry
1 min