Creative Writing – Page 10 – cereal after sex

Excerpt: The hum of existence rides like trains on rails, the gentle rock, the hypnotic sway through a countryside of… Read more.

The Chronicles of Anton Chico (Low and High)

I went down to the river. The mighty Pecos River that wasn’t so mighty. Maybe like me. I stood on… Read more.

In a previous life I had been an oven salesman in Omaha spending my livid, blank days doling out shiny… Read more.

We lay on cold sheets in a storm, the lightning bursts are like flash bulbs as I stare out the… Read more.

Airplanes streaking across the sky on the same warm summer day wrecking balls sexing up dirty brick walls all in… Read more.

Deep-seated dreams play in my head like an 8mm film. I can hear the monotonous whir of the projector. I… Read more.

My name is Magnolia Shakes, and I was born on July 28, 1970. Exactly eight years later my daddy died… Read more.

I enjoy the smell of blue Play-Doh, it reminds me of childhood wounds Read more.

Veronica Genesis sat nervously in class trying to focus on the puzzling geometry book spread out before her. She lifted… Read more.

Veronica never wanted him to pull away, but when he did his taste lingered on her mouth and she wanted… Read more.

It’s the countdown to broken neck as end of summer lawns hiss as the sprinklers spit at the grass like… Read more.

He opened a door and went into a room that looked like an old, empty kitchen. The floor was a… Read more.