Category: creative writing
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Samma…by G. Mramor
‘You can’t do this Peter.’ ‘Hand me that will you.’ He points to the white robe. ‘Peter, look at me.’ He grabs his friend. He looks at him. ‘I’m ready Matt.’ ‘I don’t believe you man. What about Emma? What about your mom?’ His friend smiles. He lets go. ‘I’m ready Matt.’ He passes him…
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2 Poems by Samantha Seto
Darkened Moon Amidst the whispers of the night, all alone, the mournful moon wept upon the deepened world of dreams. The woodland tears quivered with circles of colorful leaves, dances of indigo nocturne imprint into dirt. In wheat fields of golden grain, when summer days grew longer, we used to play along the brook as…
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Social Science by M. Pitter
Social Science as we know it today (in our corner of the world) consists of a collection of observation-based theories that give ‘reason’ and organization to the ways in which human beings interact with other human beings in the stratified ‘cosm that we call ‘society’. Suppose we apply the ‘hard’ sciences to our daily lives,…
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From the hall of government…by G. Mramor
From now on the land is burnt
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Mia’s Mockingbird by J Cope
Mia’s Mockingbird Jacqueline Cope is a fifteen year old student, with a passion for Holden Caulfield. She loves her record player and her friends, and sometimes they love her back. The records, that is. She sleeps and reads and occasionally eats. They gave me a prescription slip and a diagnosis, as if that would loosen…
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A Certain Death. Little, But Seemingly Big. – By L. Breen
“Help me,” she said. They were not even sixty seconds out from fucking. He swore he could still feel her hipbones underneath him, undulating with him, still feel her legs pinning his to the mattress, silky, two silky shackles. She must have just shaved, like she knew she was going to meet him tonight, a…
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Untitled – a Poem by D. Lee
for the unnamed I’m baffled by you, tiny monsoon. You come into my womb, and destroy me. Not a fight or a flaw, but a heartbeat I saw was all that it took to deploy me. Whose future was it I so lightly dismissed, when kissed, I let him enjoy me? Was it yours, little…
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To an unborn child…by G. Mramor
You will be a great explorer
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The Faceless Bandits Along Cathedral Parkway by E. al-Bashir
Etienne al-Bashir was born in Marseille, France but he believes that he comes from another planet. When he was 9 years old, he moved with his family to the White Chapel district of London. There, he completed his secondary school education. Receiving high marks brought him to Harvard University where he majored in Physics and…
