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Just Another Peek
Clint clenched his fists as he peered over Madeline’s shoulder. He forced himself to breathe in and out through his nose. How dare she...how dare she betray him like this?!
By Rebecca Patton4 months ago in Fiction
What the new Springsteen biopic taught me
To talk about my experiences with the Bruce Springsteen biopic Springsteen: Deliver Me from Nowhere, I think I first need to talk about my own experiences with Springsteen.
By D-Donohoe4 months ago in Geeks
It's Not a Threat, it's a Promise
We showed you our numbers, Yet, you didn't get the message. Now you've weaponized hunger, And think you're an invincible threat.
By CT Idlehouse4 months ago in Poets
Fresh
*Bob! How do you feel?* This thought was the first thing I became aware of, once I was able to pay attention to anything other than the muck.
By D. J. Reddall4 months ago in Horror
Please Hold for a Moment of Girl Talk
I think there's something so special about girl friendships - the relationships that just feel so fruitful, the ones that refresh you and don't drain you, and the friendships that can pick up right where they left off, even if you're not physically close. These are the ones to hold on to and to really nourish. These are the types of friendships I'm intentional about giving my time and energy to.
By Li-Li 📓4 months ago in Humans
The Intruder
I could see them earlier today. My keyhole looks into the hallway, but I can see into the living room too, occasionally catching glimpses of my favourite family. The long luscious blonde locks of Gabi, that flowed behind her like the veil she's wearing in the picture in the hallway. The tall handsome Zack, with large rippling muscles in his shoulders as he lifted little Ava high up in the air. The perfect family, illustrated well by the perfect pictures on the wall opposite my peephole.
By Liam Storm4 months ago in Fiction
If I could be a different animal
I wanted claws and strength And ruggedness And freedom I sure as hell did NOT want to be human I could have practiced my howl
By Sam Spinelli4 months ago in Poets
The Architect of Dust
THIS ARTICLE IS A PART OF THE SERIES “Metaphysical Echoes — صدى ما وراء الوعي,” Although my awareness is limited, I wrote this series when I realized I am still blind to the world and perphaps to myself
By LUCCIAN LAYTH4 months ago in Confessions
9 Reasons to Keep Writing When You Feel Stuck
“A writer is someone for whom writing is more difficult than it is for other people.” ― Thomas Mann Our reasons for writing are never exactly the same, but there are common threads we can connect over. Many writers have complicated feelings toward their craft. In one sense, it’s your lifeline in getting your voice out to the world. In another, it’s also the thing that drives you to keep writing more and more.
By Leigh Victoria Phan, MS, MFA4 months ago in Writers
Work
Dagon shivered in the dark, then jerked himself awake, afraid he would be caught sleeping on the job again. He opened his eyes wide and was relieved to see a bare wall in front of him, not the glow of a monitor, and he was lying down, not propped up at a desk. It was okay to sleep for a while.
By Gene Lass4 months ago in Horror
The Quiet Hunt
Your dream, the desire, the fire within flies right there before you not quite, but close, nearly brushing your skin.
By Cristal S.4 months ago in Poets
Creator Mode
My period is two days late. Even during my most stressful times of my undergrad and master’s courses, I was never late. In fact, I was early. How insane is that? Stressed? Early period. Traveling? Early period. Sneezed too hard? Early period.
By Nina Pierce4 months ago in Fiction
Published on Halloween!
Submitting to publications is grueling enough as it is, it's chalk-filled with disappointment all on its own, you don't need to be adding your own self-inflicted wounds to the party. A writer can run out of body parts to absorb these blows.
By Stephen Kramer Avitabile4 months ago in Writers
Why I High-Fived a Squirrel This Morning
So, there I was, walking to get the mail, and this squirrel just NAILED a jump between two trees. I'm talking Olympic level athleticism here.
By Tim Carmichael4 months ago in Critique
Bred By a Hand Not Raised
I was born with a low IQ, I am a page whose text was worn through. My mind's a palimpsest, a fading script, the vital history that was skipped. I grew up hardened by sorrow's pain, bred and burdened by a hand not raised.
By Caitlin Charlton4 months ago in Poets
My Top Five Reads This Year
Introduction I have read a lot this year, far more than I have written, and I feel that the literal soaking that has happened (pun wholly intended) has benefited me enormously as a writer. So, as writers do, I thought I would write about it for no real reason other than to share what I have read and loved, and why.
By Caroline Jane4 months ago in BookClub
The~Look
Our Caroline O'Hanlon asked why there is nothing in my story 'Suits' about women's era clothing. So, I decided to write this follow up along with her input. Cj's CalBud, Jay
By Jay Kantor4 months ago in Families
The Arc of the Huntress. Winner in Poetry of the Hunt Challenge.
Nomad woman walks the idled pale between the city’s concrete caverns— )⋆~→~⋆→ shrish—frsk—crunch… Shh— the hush and ever-wait
By Gina C.4 months ago in Poets
Heavely Seas Chapter Sixteen
Her boy… her youngest referred to Elodie as Lady Figgs. The deep tone from Heath alarmed her. What brought this on? Heath had difficulty expressing emotions towards things that held no interest to him, but he never called Elodie “Lady Figgs” before.
By Chloe Gilholy4 months ago in Horror
Soul Contract Expired
It’s been a month since that last embrace that last kiss that last "I’ll love you forever" undone in the same breath you spat "psychopath"
By Lola Sense4 months ago in Poets