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  Daydreaming

  

  By Bookish, Mustang, OK

  Sometimes when I lie by your side on Sunday afternoon I stroke your hair in the wrong direction because it gives me little bumps that feel like mint on my skin...
• Fiction > Scripts & Plays
  The Magic Ballet Shoes

  

  By Bookish, Mustang, OK

  SCENE 1 (Lights up on a small ballet studio in the 1960s. It is mid-February and sleeting outside. WALTER CALLAHAN enters through the house left door, carrying his briefcase. He looks hurried, and walks quickly up the steps to the stage. He looks around.) WALTER: Hello? (Seeing that no one is ...
• Fiction > Sci-fi/Fantasy
  The Butterfly Tree

  

  By Bookish, Mustang, OK

  Janie’s husband sat on the bed folding clothes. His large hands moved steadily and gently; grab, fold, place. The rhythm of the activity freed his mind to wander. Janie was starting her new job today. No, it was more like her first job, the man told himself. The receptionist position she had in co...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  This Poem Doesn't Have a Title

  

  By Bookish, Mustang, OK

  Like when you wake up for no reason look around and there’s an ominous sweater draped over the chair. The thing that makes you hate that girl even though she volunteers and is perfectly nice to your mother. That feeling you got the first time you saw a cheese grater. That time you s...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Syntax Error

  

  By Bookish, Mustang, OK

  I have never donned the sea with anything but expectations Felt a snail tickle through my fingers Held a hatching egg. Elegance escapes me I swallow whole popsicles at once like a cognitively challenged pelican downing his fish dinner. Like a too-tight ring I stupidly capture what I nee...