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- Poetry > Free Verse
Do you see the hanging noose Limp around my neck? Already broken from the weight Of troubles on my mind? Do you hear the silence sing A mournful funeral tune? The noose shrinks The rope goes taut My feet are loose Above the barren earth Yet the noose does not choke For all that ... - Poetry > Free VerseBecause I’m crazy, and I don’t care who cares Because I’m tired, and I don’t want to think Because in my head I don’t live here Because the people I make up Make me up And the stories I tell Tell my story Because I see the adventures We embark on in our minds And the fantastical c...
- Poetry > Free VerseThere was a time When I could sit motionless In front of this stupid piece of paper And my mind would wander the globe Feet pattering Pencil scratching The ideas flowing like rivers During spring run-off Tumbling over sun-bleached earth Trampled by generations of passer-by The sunlight woul...
- Poetry > Free VerseThe world is not a pencil sketch And I am not its artist Reality is not a stage And I am not its actress There are no hands to pass it down Nor paper to preserve it I live in tales of fantasy With no desire to befriend it Reality is not a waltz And I am not its dancer The world is just a c...
- Nonfiction > MemoirEvery writer has influences in their stories. Some novels contain references and allusions to older stories that are meant as clear recommendations of another book. Other authors bury the inspirations they find in other texts deep within the roots of their own tales, so their work seems completely o...
- Poetry > Free VerseI met you at the bookstore You were flipping through pages Encompassed in a jumble of words All mashed together in Times New Roman font Your blue eyes were warm and kind And it was kindness that I so needed I saw the words spill from your lips As you said “hello” in Times New Roman font...
- Poetry > Free VerseI am the man Mangled and hungry On the streets of Los Angeles I am the hand Of the rising wave That gathers on crowded beaches I am the spaceship That you are all afraid of Even though you shouldn’t be I am the missile That strikes at dawn Calling for revenge on another I am th...
- Fiction > Historical FictionI am at his bedside constantly, though he is unconcious, and doesn’t know I am here. But maybe that is a good thing, because I can’t stand to let people see when I’m beside myself with anxiety. The snake bite, so small compared to the wrist it had clamped down on, has spread like a black spide...
- Fiction > Sci-fi/FantasyAsk us, friend. Just who are we to whisper in your ears and cast ideas like lifelines into your head? Who are we to clamp our teeth onto the tip of your pencil and force its gleaming graphite to stir on the page? Well, we are your characters. We were born from your thoughts and raised like your chil...
- Nonfiction > MemoirWe were eleven insignificant specks, trekking up a gravelly path miles above treeline, staring in awe at the magnificent peaks that surrounded us. A thousand stars painted pictures along the skyline, and the glow of our headlamps reached no farther than ten feet in front of us. It was only three-for...
- Fiction > Thriller/MysteryThe full moon reflects in every puddle that splashes around my ankles as I stride into the twenty-four hour coffee shop, my angular face hardened into an unreadable grimace. “Irene,” the young man behind the counter greets me. “Your order’s on the counter.” “Thanks, Al.” I dip my he...
- Poetry > SonnetThe sun turns gold the morning mountain mist That hangs above the pond in silent peace The dragonflies each other seem to miss Each wing beat of the whole is just one piece Approach the lazy moose from waking pines His shadow dark upon the morning pink He strolls the trek, the steady downward ...
- Fiction > Action-AdventureThe rain fell like ice in the biting wind, tossing her hair like a pale blonde curtain across her face, temporarily shielding her eyes from view. Eeach minute she was illuminated in a flash of lightning that tore the sky in two, and, although it surrounded her like a cage, did not strike her directl...
- Fiction > Historical FictionHow to Avoid Having Your Hand Bitten Off by a Shark Away, O’ Great Immortal Shark of the bitter Water god, who provokes the rivers to flood beyond their limits, who alters the height of the sea two times as the sun crosses the sky. Do not take my hand and digest it so menacingly. Return to th...
- Fiction > Fan FictionDear Diary, I don’t hate him as much as I appear to. Yes, I sport a vivid shade of crimson when I am smacked upside the head with a snowball, or a pinecone, or anything he may have in his hand at the time. Yes, I am annoyed at his sexist comments, and yes, I do disagree with just about everythi...
- Fiction > Thriller/MysteryThe campfire crackled a vibrant gold, flickering beneath the light of the crescent moon. Mark sat across from me, illustrating another of his fantastical tales of terrifying creatures that stalked the night, and merfolk hiding in the ocean, dragging unprepared fishing boats down into the depths of t...
- Poetry > HaikuSilver Filament Flickering like candlelight Concealed moments Caught in the flashes The swirls like an ice cream cone Soft-served with sprinkles A bright golden glare With several twists of my hand I am blind again Such is the magic The sheer simple beauty of A common light bulb...
- Poetry > HaikuLike glass in the sea Tarns in early morning hours When dawn mist rises Wisps of smokey gray Ashes of a thousand years So it seems to me Worn and wise and well Words written across your face Expressive yet closed Hidden to others I decipher your labyrinth I read your lyrics You s...
- Poetry > Free VerseTo be sane Is to be bound By chains And ropes around your neck Most acquire it Others are born with it Most wish for it Others flee it I dare say I am among Those who run For I value My own priorities to remain A single chess piece On an emp...
- Fiction > Fan FictionBefore people lived on this soil, a time that none have lived long enough to remember, a time before time itself, there was an emptiness that filled every crack and every corner of the universe. It was called the Great Expanse, and had but one force to regulate it all: Addermore, a mighty serpent. E...
- Fiction > Fan FictionRomeo knelt in the crypt, the vial of poison held to his lips. Beside him, the body of Juliet, his true love, lay still and peaceful, as though she was only asleep (except for the fact that she WAS only asleep). But Romeo was a dramatic young man, and without actually taking a pulse on Juliet, he in...
- Fiction > Fan Fiction“You really should be scared of her.” The meaning of my words dissipates as it meets the frosty morning air. We trek through the deep, wet snow, I and a good friend. Lord Asriel just chuckles, paying no heed to my ominous warning. “Of what?” he replies good-naturedly. “My friend, there...
- Fiction > Fan FictionThe blades of silver whirl around me as I fight for a dead man’s love. My hair is a curtain of pale blond the shields my eyes from the battles raging around me. Jadis. My name bears a curse upon this land in the eyes of my subjects. Looked upon as a tyrant, a villain who’s reign must be ended, I...
- Fiction > Fan FictionThe polished wood of my bow gleams in the sunlight, rubbing my fingers into red and blistery nubs, as I have been standing here for an hour, relishing in the present. And now, as I feel my hands slowly release the bowstring, my arrow flying forwards, soaring into the heart of the new president of Pa...
- Fiction > Fan FictionPrelude: In 2007, New Line Cinema turned the first book of Philip Pullman’s His Dark Materials series into a major motion picture. Shortly before release, they cut the ending eleven minutes of this story with the hope of using it as an opening scene to a sequal. However, the sequal was never creat...
