The spider, gray with dark stripesAnd spiny legs,Silent on the wall.
My finger, long and thick,Pointed at the spec — Hesitates…
A boy slinked himself around the house corner, carefully planting each step to prevent any sound.
A throbbing heartbeat deafened his ears.
He approached the door of an old, beaten building, something which felt more like a prison to him than anything else.
Dear Skyler,
You can do it. You can write. Just because you write a story, poem, essay, or journal but do not see immediate results does not imply you are unable to function within the craft. Do not consider the skills of others. Sure, there are people in your classes who…
Wicked Inclinations –I utter maledictions!My mind is a maelstromof a faithful thinkers martyrdom.Oh, these choices sapand leave a heartfelt gap.I am lost in an eternal struggle.This beauty — reduced to rubble.
I’m tired, unkept, and on my bedwith pencils stuck inside the lobesof my ears. I hear the ocean. Iremove those things, withdrawa gun from my pocket, sobbing likea milkiness babe. The barrel jamsbetween my chin and neck where the skinstretches in. Before I think
In seventh grade I fucked up Jeremy so bad my knuckles were probably as swollen as his eye. Jeremy was the scrawny white boy who…
Pete set his one-puffed cigar on the ashtray, withdrew from his pocket a squirt gun, and slammed the damn thing right on the center of the table, shattering the poker chip pile. Typical Pete. He always had some stupid toy — something “his buddies gave him” — to bet at poker night. For a…
Charles 3 sat upright on the bench with his hands folded, waiting in his cell for the police officer to lead him to the court room. The…
The dad and his son had just been seated at the booth. The waitress asked them if they’d like anything to drink. The dad…
He, a nineteen-year-old boy, opened his rusty truck door for her, his forty-three-year-old date. He scooted half of his belongings off the passenger seat: an empty cologne bottle where he hid his larger bills, a pale mug shaped as a tit with a nipple to drink from, last year’s old mail (or was it this year’s?)…