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A Prose Poem about a Teenage Crush My heart soars like a kite on a windy day, As a silent hello escapes from your mouth.…
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A Prose Poem about a Teenage Crush My heart soars like a kite on a windy day, As a silent hello escapes from your mouth.…
Most people I’ve met, especially online, are socially acceptably superficial or straight-out liars. If I had a nickel for every time a “friend” told me…
There is a man without a head, high on a hill. Is he a spirit or is he real? Nobody knows what to say. They…
EACH PERSON HAS THEIR DAY IN THE SUN, SO TO SPEAK. BUT TIME KEEPS ROLLING ON. YOU CAN’T STOP TIME, NO MATTER WHAT YOU DO.…
I hate this time of day. I mean really hate it. I think I walk a little slower, wandering the long hallways on the way…
“Feels good to finally be off that blasted ship.” Ben breathes in so deeply that his shoulder rubs against my bare one, a touch so…
My first novel, I will Paint the Night, will be out on August 31. These are the first 10 pages. Fun stuff – My publisher…
‘You wanna do something fun?’ ‘Yeah, I’m bored. What have you got in mind?’ The boy’s school was about to break up for the long…
Maria padded downstairs. She was finally old enough to get her own cups of water in the middle of the night. The freedom invigorated…
Esmerelda Lee planned her suicide with the meticulous attention to detail so many of her teachers and friends and parents of friends — along with her own…
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