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- Nonfiction > Personal Experience
They say a lot of things. They say you should write what you know. And I know nothing. I want to write a romance. More than anything, I want to write of a love so deep that it reveals the right and the good. So deep that it struggles through a swampy mire and emerges, scraped and bruised,... - Fiction > RomanceHe sat watching the rain stream down the windshield and listening to her nervous ramblings. "It's not that I don't like you. I do. Just not like that," she said with her hands clenched in her lap, her breath fogging up the windows of his compact car. It wasn't like s...
- Hot Topics > What MattersThere's a jar of pickles on the counter. Nobody's going to eat them. Because they're not just pickles; they're giant pickles. And everyone knows that giant pickles are soggy pickles. I try not to gloat, but I'm somewhat of a pickle connoisseur. I've tasted coun...
- Nonfiction > Personal ExperienceI was ready . . . well, in theory. I'd spent weeks preparing for this and countless hours in the climbing gym, learning how to tie knots, execute basic moves, and building strength. I was ready for my first real outdoor climb. I craned my neck back, looking for the top of the rock face tow...
- Hot Topics > What MattersBananas are an all or nothing fruit. You either love them, or you hate them. For those in the banana-appreciating party, it's well known that the proper technique of peeling the fruit is crucial to its enjoyment. For the past few years, I have been harassed for my method of eating a banana...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionShe sat on the park bench overlooking the mountain. Her withered hands lay folded in her lap. The passage of time had drawn lines in her skin the same way it turns creeks into canyons. Everyday she sat in the same place. Everyday I walked past her on my stroll through the park. And everyday as I ...
- Fiction > Realistic Fiction"Mommy? Can I have a cookie?" Sammy stood on tip-toe and she pressed her nose against the glass of the pastry display. She reached out and grabbed a fistful of Mommy's pantleg. Tug, tug. "Mommy?" Sammy raised her gaze from the iced snowman cookie, but Mommy was sti...
- Poetry > Free VerseAs I dried my hands, I turned to look at my enemy; that cursed, white, porcelain bowl that stood in my bathroom hiding my worst fear - The Lion. Cautiously, I approached the foe. Eyeing the shiny, silver knob that would unleash the beast, I slowly lifted my hand, hesitated, then pushed the ...
- Poetry > Free VerseI should have said it. The opportunity was there. I should have seen it, taken it, run with it. Maybe if I had, I'd be able to sleep tonight. Instead, I toss under my covers, watching the scene replay itself again and again. Showing me my mistake, again and again. Showing me his pa...
- Fiction > Sci-fi/FantasyMy name is Sadie Hines. I am four-foot-nine with blonde hair and pale eyes that pierce the darkness. I firejump. The sun-scorched grass stabs my skin where I sit watching the sky. Whispering softly, the wind stirs my hair and sets the clouds above me into motion. They shift shape, experimenti...
