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From a Sobeys Parking Lot at the End of the World
Another morning-night-morning shift… the familiar toss up of sunrises: something between poppy-coloured clouds and Bellini-soaked skies...
By sleepy drafts6 days ago in Poets
The Key of Murder
Today is May 22, 2017, the first day of summer vacation. My friends and I are excited to start exploring the neighborhood this summer. Oh sorry, my name is Amelia and I love mysteries. People tell me I have an active imagination for mysteries. Unfortunately, there isn’t much to explore in this small town. I mean I lived there for my whole life. There is never a real-life mystery in my town ever. Until today.
By Lea Rue6 days ago in Fiction
Flix, Fotos & Frocks
Fashion, photography, movies: put 'em in a blender, hit a button and you get something wonderful - at least, I hope so: it's what I've written here - a frappé of pop culture musings involving photogs and togs in motion pictures.
By Marie Wilson6 days ago in Geeks
I Remember the Long Train Rides
I remember the long train rides down the Hudson on those mornings when mist hovered solid over the water like a heavy white duvet.
By Natalie Wilkinson6 days ago in Poets
250 Years
I beg you be persuaded that no one would be more zealous than myself to establish effectual barriers against the horrors of spiritual tyranny, and every species of religious persecution. - George Washington
By Ashley Lima6 days ago in Humans
How We Lost the Time
Impermanent ones did this Made time a construct then a commodity Enshrined it in copyright Carved district zones Grades and delineations for trade
By The Dani Writer6 days ago in Poets
Unrecorded
Not every message deserves a monument. 🐶🤲 Lina taps her phone. Scrolls. Light tweaks transform her face. Her shoulders taut.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin7 days ago in Poets
Alexandra and Andrea
Alexandra and Andrea were twin cousins and one day they were visiting their grandma's house in a very small town by the name of
By Mark Graham6 days ago in Fiction
The woman who controls the weather
This morning, just like any other morning, I was sitting drinking my tea. Frankly, I was a bit annoyed thinking about a recent incident with someone I don’t even know. Then, I suddenly read on my mug:
By Susan Fourtané 11 days ago in Humor
The Wind is Surely Asking Something
The wind is surely asking something; it raps meekly on my old window. Should ever I deign to answer it, I fear where it might ask me to go.
By Gabriel Huizenga9 days ago in Poets
It's 2026. Songs Turning 10 This Year
In 2016, we saw the rise of short form videos and what would lead to the birth of TikTok. We cannot forget the Snapchat filters no matter how cringe worthy some of them might have been. It was also the year in which the hit series Stranger Things debuted.
By Jasmine Aguilar7 days ago in Beat
Veil of Subconscious Awakening
Images slide behind my eyelids like film cadres, bursting with meanings. In one moment, I’m speeding down the highway, making the speedometer swing wildly like a frantic pendulum. The next moment, I’m plunging from a falling plane, slowly crashing earthward. At home, I meet black cat’s green, googly eyes staring at me from the cavernous hollowness of the kitchen. When I turn for a moment, it disappears, and all I can see is a pair of blue suede shoes set up against the wall. I pick them up and put them on. When I glimpse at them again, they’ve become black as night, making me blink and flinch.
By Moon Desert7 days ago in Fiction
Boundless
A geographical map could take you there. To the places I've been, to the sights I've seen, to the landscapes I've climbed. But no compass could point you in the direction of my memories. To the experiences I've lived, to the happiness I've felt, to the wonder I've held so close to my heart.
By Alyssa Musso7 days ago in Writers
Body in Water
My memories remaining young while my body decays, - the beginnings of pains, - my bloodied fingertips carrying your sharpest words.
By Reece Beckett12 days ago in Poets
Magic
Note from the Author: I want to let you know that this is an unusual story, and it has been written purely from whatever is in my unconscious mind, because before I start writing, I get into a flow state that reaches my unconsciousness. I also write in my subconscious mind, which is like a mid-flow state between the conscious and unconscious mind.
By Denise Larkin7 days ago in Fiction
Revelations Await
Glide into the emerald pillows of grass waves ply your wanders and wonders Breathe in the blushing blue thyme meadow, as it gives way to tawnied garden ground
By John R. Godwin9 days ago in Poets
We Call This Order
A system is normally set in place with the promise of bringing order. A system organises behaviour and, in turn, rewards certain responses.
By Paul Stewart8 days ago in Humans
The Secret Of Our Value
How much are you worth? Many people have different answers to that question... But it is not the prepared answers that we have that matter...
By Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, DFM, DHM, DAS (hc)8 days ago in Psyche
Winterthorne
Winterthorne stood alone at the edge of the park. The beautiful snow that had surrounded him was all trampled now, from the feet of all of the children who had built him. He missed the sparkly clean snow blanket, but he was happy that so many children had come out to make him.
By Laura DePace8 days ago in Fiction
In My Blind Spot
Pieces of land holding past and present bands visible in my blind spot, blemishes of time causing the past to rewind. Memories never fading
By Jacqueline Elaine Hudson9 days ago in Poets