My Dearly Departed
Fool me once.. shame on you The aroma of my bleach pine sol cocktail overtook me as I finally plopped down to watch my novellas after a long day of wor-.. housekeeping. Hair tied,...
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A Letter to Javier Marias
Short Story Dear Your Royal Highness, The Esteemed Javier Marías, I am writing to submit to you my candidacy for Duke of Redonda. In doing so, I shall list the qualities that here to...
Starless Sky
Poem The sky has darkened, full of clouds and frost. The summer has died all the beauty is lost. Ugly mountains are before me! Endless winters to console me. There is only one...
Cinderella
Poem There is a girl who sits on the wooden floor, no roof; The clouds floating by overhead as if down a river. She sits there in the sunlight, sorting leaves, Pushing them in...
A Quiet Walk
Poem On a late night walk On a beach or Even more so middle of nowhere, which is believed to be peaceful. Have you walked The sand of the ocean’s front On a summer...
A Silver Knife, a Locket and a Ring
Short Story It was a beautiful day! Mr. Stark Salestone and his family were taking a trip in their car. The gleaming red car was a spacious one, accommodating comfortably all the five of...
The Wind Blew And The Old House Groaned, Part One – The Damp House
The old damp house dripping wet and sagging from the rain loomed ahead on the hill. The two boys stood in front of the gate paralyzed. “Come on, don’t be such a wuss,” said...
Life Without A Star
Poem Behind the bars of iron cities, under clouds of smoke, you try to touch the sky, you have forgotten what’s a star… The sky is never blue, but pale and grim, you...
Period 5 Accommodations
Ki-on carries on. Carmen manipulates. Carlos and Justin complain. Ibrahim defies. Seated in a horseshoe formation, in a corner room, they test me while taking their tests. I feel the familiar sensations: tightening in...
Up The Spiral Staircase
Short Story I ran up to the thick wooden door and heaved it open as quickly as I could. I hurried inside the room and pulled the door shut and latched it with...
The Human Comedy: Gary Golson Goes to the Gym
Short Story Gary Golson had to go to the gym Three weeks of apathy had happened to him Three weeks of atrophy had worn his limbs slim He had to get back to the gym...
A Book in Summer: A Short Pantoum
A breeze turns the pages. Beneath my hand the periwinkle drips from the bluebells and in between my toes. The green pushes up, stretching for the sun. Who can no longer spare warmth? The...
