What Are You Afraid Of? – Part Two
Short Story “Is there a way you could avoid triggers?” She had to admit, that sometimes…she could. For example, scary movies, even the lamest kind, dropped silently into her bloodstream like food color...
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Short Story “Is there a way you could avoid triggers?” She had to admit, that sometimes…she could. For example, scary movies, even the lamest kind, dropped silently into her bloodstream like food color...
Moral Life Poetry These creatures listen and focus on you Like you were the only person in the universe It is the moment of discovery that ruins it all What’s beyond the surface...
Fiction Novel “Hello.” Hudson said into the phone. “Who am I speaking to?” There was a brief pause. “What?” Hudson said, looking confused and mildly annoyed. “Okay. To whom am I…” There was another...
Serialized Storytelling I looked down the narrow shaft and already dreaded the journey ahead. A gentle wind whistled through the holes and passages below, and the moonlight only penetrated through a few surface-level...
Short Story He was cold as he always was and starving in the only way he knew how. He had dwindling supplies so the next few days would be rough as his body...
Poems About Nature Twisting out from the ground Making a reach out to the impossible Leaning into the wind The music of gnarled roots Pulsing through chipping Skin and veins A dog curls...
Haiku Poetry Ev’ry time you see A tree in its growing phase Do you think of me? The feel of your breaths Against my ear; leaving marks No one else can see You button...
Haibun Poetry A blue jay soars downward like a falcon returning to an outstretched gauntlet. He swerves up at the last minute, perches on a branch of the maple overhanging the deck. Not...
Narrative Poem Rebecca Nurse was 71 year old when she swung from a clever, Puritan noose. Originally from Yarmouth, England both she and her husband, Francis Nurse rented to own their lush 300-acre...
Serial Short Story ‘Can we go this way?’ One of them said. ‘There is nowhere to go. It’s only this path I made this morning.’ He pointed to the straight shovel sticking out from...