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• Nonfiction > Memoir
  Remnant

  

  By tiffanyl, Carrollton, TX

  You were a stuffed rabbit with gangly limbs and a black nose smooth as silk. You were a gift, an Easter-day present from eons past, from a life much, much simpler than today, I believe. You had a twin that I preferred—bright green and yellow to your gloomy purples. You were what I ended up with, s...
• Fiction > Romance
  Perfect Stranger

  

  By tiffanyl, Carrollton, TX

  I fell in love with a stranger today. A perfect, perfect stranger whose eyes were either blue or the most beautiful green in the world, and I'll swear to anyone that his hair was dark and black and came to his eyes, or maybe a little higher. Mayhap I'll describe his nose as elegant or his lips as so...
• Fiction > Romance
  Saudade

  

  By tiffanyl, Carrollton, TX

  He came to me sullen, dark-eyed and cynical, a prankster and unjoyous all at once. He was false smiles, unbridled hope, curling brown hair and eyes opened wide by something I could never know. His skinny limbs were pale as the bone that made them and his laughter, unrepentant, filled the void wher...
• Fiction > All Fiction
  footsteps in the attic

  

  By tiffanyl, Carrollton, TX

  The roof is leaking, and as I lay awake the drops become footsteps in our attic, slow and pensive with the occasional stumble: a quick one-two as the drops try to fall together but fail. I think there must be something more profound in this, but I can only wait, anticipate the next drop, the next st...
• Fiction > Romance
  Where Summer Song Rings Hollow

  

  By tiffanyl, Carrollton, TX

  I never quite liked summer, do you remember? You’d drag me off on some grand adventure on our abandoned neighborhood streets where you'd always make me look both ways before crossing despite the absence of cars. We wouldn’t even get down the road before I’d stop and pant, complaining of t...
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  Guide > College Essays
  Left Steeping

  

  By tiffanyl, Carrollton, TX

  She sits on a pedestal, placed high above the rest and obscured by cobwebs. If I look closely, I might see dark hair, cropped short and curled so tightly that upon further contemplation, she resembles a fixed statue of a Buddha, complete with a frozen smile stretched wide … and glasses. I knew her...