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  Stop Acting Like You Know Me

  

  By AislinnBluejay, Sag Harbor, NY

  You act, you talk as if you know me. There’s one catch: You don’t know me— Not what I want or who I want to be. Stop talking as if you know me. I’d say I’d go back to the old me, But I am who I am and always will be. So stop acting like you know me. You think I share your di...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  Kiss Me (Beneath the Milky Twilight)

  

  By AislinnBluejay, Sag Harbor, NY

  I hope the birds don’t wake up. I hope the sun never rises again. I hope the world collapses into the Sauleovitches’ yard, there with the treehouse and the groves of ripening crab apples, so I’ll never know anything else. I don’t ever need to be afraid of the dark again—in the breezes of t...
• Nonfiction > Personal Experience
  Dear Jared

  

  By AislinnBluejay, Sag Harbor, NY

  Go, I implore you, and die in a hole. I hope you never forget about your intentions towards me, and that the sins of what you yearned for haunt you for the rest of your life. May you poop your pants on the first day of school—those stupid, skin-tight plaid pants that you thought made you look ...
• Fiction > All Fiction
  But For Know I'll Procrastinate

  

  By AislinnBluejay, Sag Harbor, NY

  I had bought this beautiful old piece of crap—made in the thirties, it had served as an ambulance, then a bookmobile, then a hearse for a funeral home and finally as a cab before being picked up by me at a roadside—knowing it would eventually break down. And that’s exactly what happened the ni...
• Fiction > All Fiction
  A Day at the Beach

  

  By AislinnBluejay, Sag Harbor, NY

  A Day at the Beach “Aaaaaaahhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Oriana screeched, stroked by tumbles and tresses of stony waves and foam twangy when it soaked her lips. Hanging off her was that old bikini, which was fortunately hers and which afterwards would belong to her sisters Natasha and Luna and I...
• Nonfiction > Academic
  The 21st Century And the World of Madame Bovary

  

  By AislinnBluejay, Sag Harbor, NY

  So the reason why Madame Bovary is a masterpiece throughout the years is because it is so plausible. As much as this has remained, everything else since that simpler time has evolved greatly. For example, Emma covets a velvet horse and carriage the same way a modern-day woman covets a Ferrari. The...
• Fiction > All Fiction
  Slenderman

  

  By AislinnBluejay, Sag Harbor, NY

  Slenderman He is slumped sleepily, in his boxer shorts, tressed in the tousled covers of his bedding. As he falls wearily from its mahogany side, he hears a knock at the door. With the plodding trod of a gravedigger, he squeaks open the door, adjacent to the kitchenette with its humming mini-fridge...
• Nonfiction > Memoir
  The House Across the Street

  

  By AislinnBluejay, Sag Harbor, NY

  On the street I grew up on, there were oak trees the sunshine would flicker across, so gloriously in the summertime they would be scorched red when autumn came. One of these oaks resided in the sea-sized shade of some lady who lived across the road from us, a crone of trifling memory whose name es...
• Fiction > All Fiction
  Morning

  

  By AislinnBluejay, Sag Harbor, NY

  Morning Danny: (Smiling hazily). Don't get up yet. Oriana: Sorry, brother. I got to. (She arises, groggily). Danny: (Kissing her). No, ple-e-e-e-ase? I'll be your best friend! Oriana: (Kissing him) Sorry. Gotta get up. Danny: (Smiling). It's a Saturday. Oriana: (She laughs...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  An Ode to a Crooked Spine

  

  By AislinnBluejay, Sag Harbor, NY

  “It’s okay,” the doctor said, And his eyes were lights in windows. “You don’t need, ‘fixing up’, or changing. You’ll be fine with your slightly curved spine.” “Is this true?” I ask incredulously, My voice a clear-eyed sky. “I hear that people die.” “Why, no! N...