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Cliche (prose)

I woke up today and realized. I feel exactly like they said I would. I think I should feel differently than I do. I figured I'd be farther along than I am. I thought I'd feel more....settled. They were all... Continue Reading →

Pen to Paper (Microfiction)

She sat at her father's desk and stared at the keyboard. It had been so long. So long since she put her thoughts out, into the world. So long since she's shared her pain and her fears. So she wrote.... Continue Reading →

“From Blue to Gray” (Microfiction)

She remembered where she was the day the bombs fell. She remembered what she wore, the bright colors that donned the awnings above the windows, she remembered holding her mother's hand and laughing. What she could never remember is the... Continue Reading →

“What, if?” (poem)

I stand on the edge of a precipice, Gazing at the void below. I ask myself, "Am I really about to jump this?" Of course not. I cannot fly. Then a voice whispers, "But what if you could?" Welcome to... Continue Reading →

Raindrops (poem)

Pit. Pat. Pit Pat. Raindrops hit the old screen on the window. Pit. Pat. Pit-pit-pat. Sounds should soothe... Pit. Pat. Pit-pit-pit-pat. Echoes sounding off in my mind Pit. Pat. Pit. Pat. The rain signals his return. Pit. Pat. Pit-pit-pit. Pat.... Continue Reading →

Your Ideal Woman. (prose)

Sometimes I close my eyes and envision your ideal woman. She's strong, confident, independent. She doesn't stammer over words when excited. She takes time with her appearance. You'll never catch her slippin', at anything. Big boobs, round behind, makeup on... Continue Reading →

Brave Enough to Love (prose)

Be brave enough to love. To love freely and without restraint, To love with integrity, To love with a urgent sense of transparency. Knowing, that in your honesty Love can grow freely. Be brave enough to love someone more than... Continue Reading →

Glow (fiction)

He worked in silence; this idea had the potential to change not only her world but the world in general. Holding it up He watched the little globe of light spark, sizzle, hiss with fervor; He released it and watched... Continue Reading →

Welcome Home (microfiction)

Her family had finally decided she was nuts; they'd viewed the little "hut", as her father affectionately now called it, with distain. As she watched the truck pull off into the setting sunset she casted her eyes after it and... Continue Reading →

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