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Dear Dad, I’m not quite sure how to go about this, but I suppose it needs to be let out. I can’t help but fight the feeling of abandonment. I choke down tears at the thought of it all. I start to think to myself, ‘Was I not good enough for him? Did I do something wrong?’ I can’t help b... - Fiction > All FictionYou see them everywhere. One minute they are in line at Starbucks, the next they are brushing up against you between classes. They are at the gym. They are riding their bikes. But they passed away eight months ago. You remember. You were there, sitting silently in the pew, frantically grasping ont...
- Fiction > All Fiction11:15 The door closes behind you. Lights bounce off walls, the faint smell of beer and cheap vodka fills your nose. You squint into the darkness, the music blares. You maneuver around the huddle of people dancing. You make your way towards the kitchen. You open the fridge and pull out a beer. Steer...
- Fiction > All FictionIce cold tears shove past the emptiness, breaking through her wall; shattering, destroying all of those month's hard work. Her emotional barrier has been seized by tears, crumbling down the walls and letting the debris wash down her rosy cheeks. The frigid air pierces her skin and blankets her ...
- Poetry > Free Versethe river runs dry bitter blood turns scarlet red frustration swells; an entangled mass of words accrue behind closed doors; foaming at the mouth drivel down the chin abominate the page obliterate the mind bring tears to the eye and aches to the hand; the words clangor together a cacoph...
- Fiction > RomanceHands down your waist, his hips pressed up against you, electricity jolts through you; the music reverberates off the walls, penetrates your tissue, rotates your cells. The alcohol adheres in your bloodstream, the air practically swirls around you. Beats bump. Fingers travel. Lips clash. And when yo...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionGently she traces his arm with the soft tips of her fingers. Gliding up and smoothing his skin all the way back down. She glances at the radio, illuminated with an orange tint, just as their song comes on; filling the small car with wonderful melodies. He steals a look at her, how beautiful she look...
- Poetry > Free VerseSo here it goes, girl. On your marks, get set, go. He hurt you, didn't he? Left you swinging alone On that damp wooden platform Left you while your feet dragged; Dragged along the dry parched dirt. He left you hanging, sweetie. Piled you up, knocking you down. Fastened that rope around...
- Poetry > Free VerseYou scream for justice You scream for the words on the piece of paper to make sense You scream for your beliefs suffocating in a society ruled by judgments and mistakes You scream for me You scream for you You scream for us You scream for the pent up words bulging and dripping from your mouth You sc...
- Fiction > All FictionHead back, getting ready to scream; she pulls the cigarette away from her lips and lets it out. She screams for the pain he caused her, she screams because no one can hear her. Tears spring to her eyes; she just can’t hold it in any longer. Saline solution flows down her flawless cheeks. She cries...
- Poetry > Free VerseAm I still your little girl? Even though I’m too big, To fit on your lap, And cry while You hold Me Tight. Am I still your little girl? Even though we yell And scream And shout At each other Almost Every Single Day. Am I still your little girl? Even though you have to S...
- Poetry > Free VersePencil ready in hand, Clean crisp paper smoothed out in front her. Her release. Her only escape from reality; From her monsters. Pencil tip to the first line. Ready. Set. Go. A story soars through her mind, And off she goes. Letting her hand take flight; Her pencil skating across ...
- Fiction > RomanceShe removes her hood and looks around the empty parking lot. A single raindrop falls from the dark sky and places itself on her rosy cheek. She squints up at the sky, then back to the parking lot. The pavement is wet with puddles here and there; only a few cars occupied the vacant lot. She glances a...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionI sit up straighter on my bed; extending each vertebrae, lengthening out my spine. I place my hands in my lap and I scan the room, attempting to take in the scene but instead, skipping every overlooked detail. Finally, my vision is focused on the bloody wound on my left wrist, placed ever so gently ...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionShe wanders mindlessly throughout her suburbia neighborhood; staring blankly at the identical houses, lined up side by side. Uniformity. Gotta hate it. She replaces the cigarette to her lips and pulls the smoke from it and into her lungs. Filling them from the bottom up with the poisonous gas. ...
- Poetry > All PoetryOuch. Her stomach rumbles and growls, Demanding something, anything, to fill that empty void. She starves for help. Salvation. Starvation. Is that the same thing? The nothing content of her stomach tries to plead with her again, No use. She’s a prisoner in her own wretched body, Limp, froz...
