Short Fiction
5 min
“We wake with haunted eyes, waltzing through life as though we’re puppets. We are entirely aware of our strings, of their relentless pull on our aching joints and our stretched skin, but we make no
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Short Fiction
3 min
In-Between Symphonies
This looks like it could be a scene from a really sad movie. One where the girl is sitting next to the window seat, staring. The viewer watches in shallow focus. Although she knows which stop she
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Creative Nonfiction
2 min
The Letter From Hogwarts
“Why am I not a wizard?”
“Why would you want to be a wizard?”
“I don’t know. Maybe Wingardium Leviosa my problems away forever? That would be so much easier than facing them alone with my ... [+]
“Why would you want to be a wizard?”
“I don’t know. Maybe Wingardium Leviosa my problems away forever? That would be so much easier than facing them alone with my ... [+]
Creative Nonfiction
5 min
Ashes to Ashes
I remember visiting Heidi in San Francisco, when I was younger. She was so charismatic in those days, her icy blue eyes glinting mischievously as she lay sprawled out beneath the window, looking like
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Short Fiction
5 min
Fear In Disguise
My life has been conditioned in a way that I can’t explain. I’m deep in a hole that I can’t dig myself out of. I ask myself, what is life exactly? Is it all about surviving? Is it just a waiting room
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Poetry
1 min
Fallen Fruit
Poetry
1 min
Solar Eclipse
Creative Nonfiction
1 min
Open Letter on a Broken Heart
Dear —,
Here’s my two cents about thieving: if you’re going to steal someone’s heart, you should let them have yours; it’s hard to live without a heart, you know. If they can’t have yours, then ... [+]
Here’s my two cents about thieving: if you’re going to steal someone’s heart, you should let them have yours; it’s hard to live without a heart, you know. If they can’t have yours, then ... [+]
Poetry
1 min
Swimming in Contrails
Short Fiction
5 min
Trading for Dishes
I truly hate doing the dishes, Tati thought as she regarded a teetering pile of plates and pots and coffee mugs. It was one of those insufferable, Sisyphean tasks of life that never really gets
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Short Fiction
4 min
A Short Horror
Late into the night you finally return home. You open the door and step into the unlit blackness of what should have been your home. Instinctively you reach out to flick on the lights, but the light
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Short Fiction
4 min
I, Public Enemy
Long story short, I became Public Enemy Number One.
The last 24 hours had been surreal. I, a 22-year-old college student, was declared by the state as the “the most vicious vermin eve ... [+]
The last 24 hours had been surreal. I, a 22-year-old college student, was declared by the state as the “the most vicious vermin eve ... [+]
Poetry
2 min
Barefoot Sprint
Poetry
Contemporary
1 min