Flash Fiction: Look at Me

I don’t belong in my world, and I don’t think I ever will.  In the second grade, all my classmates were prescribed their first pair of glasses. They lined us […]

Flash Fiction: The Crow

I met the crow while taking a walk in a park during winter. The park was barren and devoid of all life, but I liked it that way. I preferred […]

Flash Fiction: Somewhere Else

The summer heat is baking the streets as my friends and I are running down the street, scream-laughing because Isabel took Jaira’s shoe. Hannah and I are running after them just to keep up […]

Poetry: Ravishing cold, you

The cold is humbling,  Its brisk wind,  Kisses noses and cheeks red.   Dressed in warm, comforting clothes,  Hugging frail skin, cracked in dry air.   The cold is kind,  It kills quietly,   […]

A illustration of a woodpecker with feather falling off.
Poetry: Ruffled Feathers

If only if only the woodpecker cried, The farmers, they saw him and took both his eyes.They went to the market with marbles in pockets And sold his eye sockets […]

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Flash Fiction: Night Drive

Damon didn’t know how to drive around curves. The car titered across the white, dotted line marking the left lane. It didn’t matter much considering we were the only ones […]

An image of a boy holding a baseball bat on his shoulder.
Flash Fiction: The Hit

The last time I played baseball, the field was bathed in a sea of yellow and orange sunlight that turned the grass to gold. The sight would have been beautiful, […]

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Flash Fiction: Good Brother

“Catch me if you can!” My younger brother, Mika, whizzes past me into the viridian evergreens. The snow has just melted off their pine needles, and everything around us in […]

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Poetry: Blank Canvas

Primed in white or black, or whatever color you please.   Or simply left natural, pure and solus,   The sparks of creativity are home to possibilities,  Ready to be painted upon the blank canvas.  Perhaps…  […]