Creative Nonfiction
2 min
I was in love with the way the dainty pink mouse glided across the stage, her tutu twirling as she pirouetted and her rose-colored bow following the motion of her outstretched arms with every grand
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Short Fiction
4 min
Swallowing The World
Her son, she often boasted, was serving as a fighter pilot for the military—and from the look of things she believed it herself. Mrs. Gallows seemed quite proud of her little soldier. Although he did
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Creative Nonfiction
2 min
Gemma's Hair
Gemma’s Hair
In sixth-grade, Gemma’s assigned seat was next to mine. My only knowledge of Gemma was that:
1. she played the youngest von Trapp child in our school’s production of The Sound ... [+]
In sixth-grade, Gemma’s assigned seat was next to mine. My only knowledge of Gemma was that:
1. she played the youngest von Trapp child in our school’s production of The Sound ... [+]
Short Fiction
4 min
The Runaway
Justin looked up at the tired faces sitting opposite him in the waiting lounge. Most looked travel-weary, and all of them were asleep. Except him. He was still awake at 1am in the morning, waiting fo
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Poetry
1 min
Modern Dante
Poetry
1 min
Where is the future?
Short Fiction
5 min
Haunted Christmas: The Tale of Arthur Williams
Drip, drip, drip.
"ARTHUR! I thought you promised to fix that leak days ago. We have a foot of snow on the roof, what do you think you're doing? Blazes, it's Christmas tomorrow!"
Arthu ... [+]
"ARTHUR! I thought you promised to fix that leak days ago. We have a foot of snow on the roof, what do you think you're doing? Blazes, it's Christmas tomorrow!"
Arthu ... [+]
Poetry
2 min
Origin
Poetry
1 min
Love Russia
Poetry
3 min
An Inci-dental Realization
Short Fiction
3 min
Our Sign of Parting
Suddenly, everything became blurry and dark. When he awoke, the Raven, having left its perch above the bust of Pallas, had settled on his chest.
“This is a curious place to take a nap,” the ... [+]
“This is a curious place to take a nap,” the ... [+]
Poetry
1 min
City Non-Still life
Poetry
1 min
Requiem for Fall
The season of new beginnings.
Spring gets too much credit for new life.
The truth (that only a ... [+]
Spring gets too much credit for new life.
The truth (that only a ... [+]
Poetry
1 min
September Seventeenth
Poetry
1 min
Nothing Matters When You’re Horizontal
Poetry
1 min
I Want
Poetry
1 min
The River Churning
Short Fiction
4 min
Quarantined Bonds
The morning rain was loud, and it took away the light. As much as I wanted to head out, I couldn’t. But the weather wasn’t the only thing keeping me inside. Our world was under attack by a virus
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