Short Fiction
5 min
“Be mine”, crunch. “XOXO”, crunch. “Say Yes”, crunch. I alternate sips from the glass of Merlot sitting in my left hand with the candy hearts I’m gorging with my right. Looking at the box, the amount
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Short Fiction
5 min
The Red Dress
Memory is a tricky thing. It could be altered too easily, Arthur thought. But maybe that was just because he was particularly good at tripping people up, getting them to confuse real events with ones
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Poetry
1 min
John Denver
Poetry
1 min
Oasis
Poetry
1 min
Musings
Creative Nonfiction
3 min
Dreaming With Your Eyes Open
I am not, nor have I ever been, an artist.
I am and have always been, a dreamer.
When I was in 3rd grade I had a necklace from Claire’s, which, in plastic silver letters, labeled me as ... [+]
I am and have always been, a dreamer.
When I was in 3rd grade I had a necklace from Claire’s, which, in plastic silver letters, labeled me as ... [+]
Poetry
1 min
Unfrozen
Poetry
1 min
The Excuses of the Accused
Poetry
4 min
Mint Chocolate Chip on a Cake Cone From Baskin Robbins
If you were an ice cream flavor, you would be Mint Chocolate Chip on a cake cone from Baskin
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Poetry
1 min
Wyoming
Poetry
1 min
A Girl Named Rona
Creative Nonfiction
4 min
How to Do Your Puzzle
I love puzzles. It’s calming to know that everything has its place, and that if I look hard enough I will find it. It doesn’t matter how many times I break a puzzle down; with a little effort, I can
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Poetry
1 min
Know Your Worth
Short Fiction
3 min
寄明月 Remembrance of the Bright Moon
They come out of the oven shapeless and slightly burnt. She pokes at one, eyebrows knitting together when the hard dough-shell stays unyielding. Well, this wasn’t supposed to happen. Mooncakes are
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Short Fiction
3 min
Butterflies
I met you on a tired Parisian morning, half-asleep as I stumbled off a plane into an oversized airport and nearly fell to the ground because I couldn’t believe I was actually in Paris. My parents were
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Poetry
2 min