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  Three, Two, One

  

  By N.S.Clow, Aurora, IL

  Three times, In one day, A sneeze of birds flew out a tree. Two times, In one day, The blue birds circle around the tree, Then swiftly fly back in. A breeze did not haunt the field, Nor was there any force to draw the birds in. Nothing shook the birds Out of their home...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Split Cracks

  

  By N.S.Clow, Aurora, IL

  The Mirror; It Cracks, Breaks, Shatters on the Floor Because what was Once There Is There No More...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Whisked Away

  

  By N.S.Clow, Aurora, IL

  Falling from the skin in darkened light, he prays silently to his dear wife. How he wishes they had more time. How he wishes he met me and my family for just one moment. He prays for all of us to have a happy life, to remember him for the rest of our lives. As he falls near the course ground, ...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  High Sights of Freedom

  

  By N.S.Clow, Aurora, IL

  Freedom is like parachuting from the sky. Freedom is the feel of wind blowing on your face, Through your hair, pressing your jeans to your skin. The feel of the adrenaline rush through your body. Freedom is the feel of going straight down on a roller coaster. F...
• Reviews > Book Reviews
  Delirium by Lauren Oliver

  

  By N.S.Clow, Aurora, IL

  Lena Haloway has spent the past 17 years believing that love is a disease, a delirium that will drive you to the point of insanity. This delirium has caused the government to go to drastic measures to ensure that everyone will experience a life without love, pleasure, or feeling. The government has ...
• Fiction > Romance
  Hope (First in the Free Falling Short Stories)

  

  By N.S.Clow, Aurora, IL

  Chris Nolac walks by me again. He does not acknowledge that our shoulders just came into contact, a small touch, but enough to get my heart racing. He does not look back to see who he brushed by. He keeps walking with those strong, long strides of his, not even realizing that one pair of eyes were s...
• Fiction > All Fiction
  Acacia

  

  By N.S.Clow, Aurora, IL

  I stare out the vacant window, watching as the whispering wind caresses the green leaves attached to an Oak tree. Small droplets of rain crash against the window, mimicking the crash of my own tears on the empty white linen bed. The silence in the white room, all but the rising beat of my heart, imp...