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One thousand words could not describe you One million would be the feeblest of beginnings Never have I met eyes like yours that speak to my spirit like wind on rocks and cloudless sunshine that kisses the horizon. When I'm with you it's as if flames all rainbow-hued erupt before me ... - Poetry > Free VerseTo love life in all its rawness and imperfection when everything is crumbling and the dust of lost hope swirls restlessly around is a difficult feat. To stand up and move forward when all seems lost. Yet all is not lost because the sun continues burning its brilliance and I keep climbing th...
- Fiction > Fan FictionDr John H Watson was sure he had never run this hard or desperately in all his life. His lungs were afire, his jugular vein throbbed wildly in his neck, and black spots were dancing in his peripheral vision. It wasn’t a pleasant experience, not from a physical standpoint, anyway, but John lived ...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionNorm walked past her nearly every morning on his way to work. She was always there, always wearing that same shabby blue sweatshirt, always sitting cross-legged on the same stretch of grimy sidewalk. When he passed, Norm did his best to avoid returning her gaze. It was a funny gaze, not beseechin...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionAunt Sylvia never liked the urn. She called it all manner of things; ugly, obnoxious, outdated, foul. It was her nemesis, her adversary, an object on which she could take out every scrap of fury she stored in her crooked heart. But she wouldn’t give it away. Sylvia died 288 days ago. She was...
- Poetry > Free VerseLife is a funny thing. It begins with benign intentions and quickly turns sour. Friendships disintegrate, perceptions are skewed, dreams fray, failure is inescapable. The fear is incredible. It seems that there will never be anything but this, this bewildering, frightening existen...
- Poetry > Free VerseThere is something I’m trying to pin down. A feeling. A fluttering in the soul. It darts and swoops bursting out of the belly on fuscia-tipped wings, dousing everything with Possibility. This feeling It’s the moment you close your umbrella and decide to make peace with the rain, The r...
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- Poetry > Free VerseHas anyone ever thought how beautiful it is to be touched by the light of something 90 million miles away...
- Poetry > Free VerseDear friend— Here we are. Your car has long disappeared down that dusty, lonely highway to Everywhere, and I realize that this morning’s sadness was a mere prelude to a prelude to grief. I don’t fault you for leaving. It’s time to collide with life. I grew...
- Reviews > Music ReviewsColdplay's latest album, “Mylo Xyloto,” a stunning 14-track CD, is much more than an assortment of singles. Unlike past albums, Chris Martin creates two characters, Mylo and Xyloto, whose incredible love story is accented with artful rebellion against those in power and spans the entire disc....
- Poetry > Free VerseSometimes I just want to break a window And scatter the shards from a mountaintop, Or roll down a hill—tumbling, whirling, spinning Until breathing is an impossibility. Sometimes I wish for purpose beyond Teeth brushing, education, social interactions, Arguments, schedules. Som...
- Nonfiction > Academic“What does the title of this play mean in relation to Virginia Woolf?” The phrase “Who’s afraid of Virginia Woolf?” correlates to the Disney movie, “Who’s afraid of The Big, Bad Wolf,” which was the animated version of the “Three Little Pigs” nursery rhyme. The comparison is a...
- Poetry > Free VerseWouldn’t it be fantastic if we could stay this way? If I was the girl who sought madcap adventures And you were always stealing my shoes? If thunder meant untouched umbrellas and Dancing in the rain, If I ate too many Swedish fish and you laughed until you cried? Wouldn’t it be a...
- Nonfiction > Personal ExperienceThe words “I bought a book” are as commonplace as “I brushed my teeth.” You're in line at the grocery store and your thoughts are something along the lines of: “The dark-haired woman bent to inspect a pack of Dentyne gum, her beaky nose not seeming to diminish her confidence in the leas...
- Fiction > Fan FictionThe cemetery was an incredibly beautiful and lonely place. John didn’t know why the cemetery was beautiful, for it wasn’t uplifting, nor did it alleviate the gutful ache he carried within. It was however, the final resting place of his late best friend; the last place on Earth that John could ...
- Poetry > All PoetryWe are running as fast as our bodies can move, Over salt dunes, beach plums and shells, Wishing that the ships anchored shore-side were come to carry us off, And not to invade our home. They are close; these odd beings with their tools, stranger still. If we’re very smart, we’ll c...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionThe Name Game Hello, my name is: enter cool name here. Frankly, my real name is too weird for the average mortal, so you’ll have to make do with your imagination. In a Nutshell I’m short. Like, super-creepy-gets-strange-looks-on-the-street short. And I don’t mind. I can still fit int...
- Fiction > All FictionThe graveyard was perfectly still. Save for a few ordinary sparrows searching the hard ground for the last berry, nothing stirred. Even the shadows seemed to hold their breath, waiting for The Visitor. The Visitor never arrived too early or too late. The Visitor always came impeccably on time,...
- Poetry > Free VerseA woman at the roadside waits for rain. She knows it is coming. Sees it in the fading sun, hears it in the birds sudden silence, smells it in the rolling wind. She breaks a flower roughly from its stem, inhaling the heady scent. One raindrop hits the dust, the shot heard round the world. ...
- Nonfiction > Personal ExperienceI did not begin writing on purpose. It all started as a complete fluke, a glorious accident. When I went to a local coffeehouse one summer afternoon, I meant to bring a book with me—I’m a voracious reader. As luck would have it, I forgot, and had nothing to do. Seeing my obvious boredom,...
- Fiction > Fan FictionIt was raining; not a lovely drizzle, but a roaring gale that pounded the roof of 221B Baker Street. John Watson was standing at the window, gazing out at the pedestrians rushing madly about and poking umbrellas in each other's eyes. It would have been comical, but John hadn't laughed in a...
- Poetry > All PoetryMoon Ethereal, mellow, sliver Hovering above Drop of white candle wax on an ebony page No bones, no eyes, no tears...
- Nonfiction > MemoirSeveral months ago, I fought a sort of civil war with myself. Anxiety constantly chewed at my consciousness, and my stomach was a bubbling cauldron of dread. It began like this: I’ve never been an exceptionally popular girl, that is to say, I was never the image of glamorous perfection. How...
- Poetry > Free VerseThere will come a time when I crack the walls around me into a thousand jagged pieces. There will come a time when I must choose between “right” and “easy.” There will come a time when lies unravel and only truth remains. There will come a time when my friends desert me. There wi...
