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• Fiction > Historical Fiction
  Paints

  

  By anatomyofthewrittenword, Shrewsbury, MA

  As a boy, he paints. He takes his colors and his canvases out into the garden and sits for hours by the flowerbeds, watching the butterflies make their dainty rendezvous on the lips of his mother’s red carnations. He traces the delicate flair of their bodies and labors over the brilliant shades of...
• Fiction > Romance
  A Shakespeare Love Story

  

  By anatomyofthewrittenword, Shrewsbury, MA

  Part I – merry wanderers “I am that merry wanderer of the night,” said Puck, of spiteful Oberon’s kingdom; but he might as well have been speaking of you, because you are like Shakespeare, Shakespeare, written on air. We meet under the streetlamps at midnight and you flick your cigarette ...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Words

  

  By anatomyofthewrittenword, Shrewsbury, MA

  The words, they dance around my head Unraveling like spools of film But the ink seems to bleed from my pens And paper crumbles in my hands These words, they play out like harmonies Tuneless music, free-versed refrain But the names of the notes escape Slipping through invisible cracks These w...
• Fiction > Romance
  Polaroids

  

  By anatomyofthewrittenword, Shrewsbury, MA

  “You ready?” She startles and glances up, biting her lip distractedly as her eyes meet his. She looks away almost immediately and back down at her paper, her breath whooshing out in a faint sigh. “Yeah.” She drops her pen and notices for the first time how tightly she had been ...
• Fiction > All Fiction
  Monochrome

  

  By anatomyofthewrittenword, Shrewsbury, MA

  She looked up at the light breaking in crystal fragments over the tops of the waves and thought, dreamily, This isn’t such a bad way to die. She had fantasized about it so many times now. She’d been afraid that it would hurt. She had tried to imagine what it would be like to be dead, what not...
• Fiction > Thriller/Mystery
  Hero Complex

  

  By anatomyofthewrittenword, Shrewsbury, MA

  They meet in a dark alleyway, because of course that is where a stone-drunk, p*ssy-feeling woman in her early twenties meets the best kind of people. She stands there in the dank, gloomy darkness, staring down at the three unconscious bodies scattered at her feet, and marvels at her own stupidity. I...
• Poetry > All Poetry
  Temptations of the Vine

  

  By anatomyofthewrittenword, Shrewsbury, MA

  The rain is falling; the thunder's bawling As he sits there beneath the gray and gloomy sky. He takes a breath, takes a drink and lets the last of the memories die. The pain is fading; the day is waning And he's losing more than he's gaining. The sun is sinking; he stops thinkin...
• Poetry > All Poetry
  Cinders

  

  By anatomyofthewrittenword, Shrewsbury, MA

  Sunset fading from the sky Light fading from her eyes Breath too precious for their lies Is this what it feels like to die? Fog fills the gilded air, Silver mist, like angels’ hair In love and war, all is fair If I died, would you care? She lies upon the far, high hills The lies echo ...
• Fiction > All Fiction
  Pretend.

  

  By anatomyofthewrittenword, Shrewsbury, MA

  She’s born in a bright white hospital room to the smell of antiseptic and the lingering odor of cigarettes, and is snuck out through the window two hours later because nobody can pay the hospital’s bills. She’s brought home to a run-down old ranch house in some nameless town in Northern Califo...