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• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  The Sanctuary

  

  By EmilyBrawley, Poquoson, VA

  She always prayed with her eyes open, just in case she would miss some divine presence working wonders amongst the frail corpses glued to the pews. Charlie never closed her eyes. It never really bothered anybody (because all those praying had their eyes closed anyway), but she still felt a pang of g...
• Poetry > Ballad
  Christmas Morning at the Castle

  

  By EmilyBrawley, Poquoson, VA

  Well, winter, rang so silently Across the moor at noon The maids, they asked politely If they could go coccoon Inside their beds, for just a while To regain their long lost rest From mopping floors and scrubbing tile Or at least the chilly air (at best) The owners thought and granted so...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Ghost

  

  By EmilyBrawley, Poquoson, VA

  Mom rushed in with a fluttering breath Her heart pounding beneath her chest, A bare left hand clasped into a found fist "There's a ghost!" she cried, "In the garage." "I can feel it." Mom left that afternoon, in her shiny black heels And a sparkling sweate...
• Nonfiction > Academic
  A Universal "Reliebility"

  

  By EmilyBrawley, Poquoson, VA

  Bill Clinton has one. Richard Nixon has one. And yes, even Pinocchio has one: the notorious, wondrous lie. Many times the salvation for one and the downfall for the next, lying has crept its way into the six billion (and counting!) inhabitants of our planet. From biblical accounts of deception to ce...