Category: Short Story/Prose

the lock

you promised to meet me here, by the pier, alongside the dying trees, and across the dancing leaves that drift off the ledge, and plunge with a whistle and scream. elated, i waited: may he be tender, may he be sweet, may the young man come to me, and sweep me off my feet. daunted ...

love, hate, anger, and joy

I wish there were other options rather than using the same tired and overused words Like love, hate, anger, and joy. We claim we mean these words But do we truly know the real meaning? Love, love, love, Love is supposed to be eternal but does it truly last over such trivial Things like currency? Love, love, ...


Horoscopes: Whenever we would sit around and read horoscopes, we would gasp and cheer at what the stars foretell. Such faraway beings that burn brighter and brighter, when you would tell the story of mine, I wished I could suddenly combust into bright, unwieldy lights. I was destined to be a scorpio: a passionate being ...

Social interactions:

Social interactions: I am a loner of sorts. I hug the wall when the silent buzz of alcohol flushes out of me and I come to the realization that I am nothing. My epiphany is sudden; I collapse as if my strings were snipped and I sit down, deflated as I watch the parody play ...


anxiety: anxiety has my mind going a mile-a-minute. i am speeding down a highway going 200 on a 55 road. i am frost burnt as i stumble in the woods reading Robert Frost. my brain is aching as if i have been at the gym all has became a struggle to fall asleep now; the lights ...

I need

I need: passion befuddles me yet draws me close. i miss the warm fire of desire, the sudden, bombastic blaze of passion that leaves me reckless, and the aftermath,–slick, cold skin, the laughs shared as our hands trace and linger. i am dizzy on you. rose-colored aviator shades when he tells me I’m beautiful, i ...

Pain, Love, Depression, and Joy

  “Everyone has written about pain; what makes it unique to you?” My pain is early, unbeknownst to my psyche until I became misinformed and mislead through others ambivalence. My pain levitates in the middle of two races. My pain is centuries long, my pain is past skin, hair, features, curves. My pain flickers and ...

This feeling…

  This feeling is almost like yellow-white lightening. An  unnamed taste that cannot easily part from my lips, I crave the zest of this element yet, I cannot name the feeling it awakens within me. I will search the highest of tides and the lowest beams of yellow-eyed predators until I am able to name ...

A Journey Through my Dreams

For my creative writing class, we had to take inspiration from Elizabeth Bishop's price 12 O'Clock News! It was so difficult for me but I think I got the hang of it. Try it out for yourself!  Read the poem–Bishop creatively describes the objects on her desk. How you describe each object is like a self-portatit ...


She awoke in a forest glen, the sun bright and curious on her face. The treetops swayed above her, stray leaves detaching, dancing, spiraling as they lie around her. A bird sings from above, the song heavenly, completely devoid of sins and shame. The girl sits up, entranced by a noise, startling and sudden. The ...

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