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• Nonfiction > Heroes
  My Father's Daughter

  

  By amygl, Alameda, CA

  Baba remembers China. He remembers the crisp twilight air and the dusty, unpaved roads around his tiny village. Half a century does little to dampen the memory of his childhood. Baba remembers hard times too. Baba said he never understood the stress lines in his mother's brow as she ripped o...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Scissors

  

  By amygl, Alameda, CA

  There is a pair of scissors I used to use Black and red and petitely shaped I cut up words with it And paste them on walls I read them and They give me a Pat on the back I grow older and so do those scissors The words I cut out form sentences, yes They jumble together until they produc...
• Opinion > Current Events / Politics
  By Our Own Hands

  

  By amygl, Alameda, CA

  Friday's shooting in Newtown, Connecticut opened our eyes to the world we live in. Twenty six dead, and twenty of them children. Parents, who hugged their children goodbye and expected them to come home later are left in immeasurable grief. Children who had long, happy lives in front of them we...
• Fiction > Romance
  The Way Home

  

  By amygl, Alameda, CA

  It was dusk when we left. He packed up the stuff, I paid the restaurant bill. The air was crisp, but it hovered over like a dense fog. The warm breeze failed to comfort our chill demeanors. Not a single word was spoken. He started the ignition. It roared like a flame does when fed. But like all t...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  A Slice of Revenge Pie

  

  By amygl, Alameda, CA

  When Erica Borowski told Jeremy Pan that I liked him, I swore I would never let my soul rest until she was served a platter of bittersweet revenge. It was kindergarten, February 3rd. I remember the day clearly. Jeremy had on his lovely groundhog sweatshirt, a day late. He looked like a cute little g...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  From the Inside Out

  

  By amygl, Alameda, CA

  I'm stuck in a revolving door, spinning me between two languid floors. One is me and so is another, both have my people, my sisters and my brothers. Between bowl cuts and barbeque I share my love But I can't fit steady into below and above. My culture is divided but my face says it all...
• Opinion > Sports / Hobbies
  Sports Behind the Door of Fame

  

  By amygl, Alameda, CA

  To be underestimated in the sports world is worse than it appears. Too often one recieves a quizzical look or a tilt of the head when they mention an elusive sport that they play. Basketball, baseball, soccer... Those were all too mainstream for me. As long as I remember, I always took an interest i...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  To Live

  

  By amygl, Alameda, CA

  Suck on the milk of society. Reap the benefits of what's mine, Proprietary Life's a game, and sometimes we've got to give it a shot Because to win it we've gotta give it everything we've got This world was founded on a basis of failing. Solutions to ease the pain of t...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  Never

  

  By amygl, Alameda, CA

  They never noticed. Kelsey was nothing more than a speck of dust floating around in the air, noncommittal, small, and fragile. She was inhaled through and exhaled out without a single sound or act of recognition. Every day was a race. She would grab her bag in the morning and walk to school, he...