Category: Creative Writing
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The Linguini Ballroom is a black and blue champagne glass, the bubbles being elevators to space Read more.
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The salt and pepper scruff on his face was uneven, choppy like a soured sea, as if he had used… Read more.
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Gracelyn Polk sat at her desk in the middle of her world history classroom at Cabbage Junction Primary School. She… Read more.
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Gracelyn Polk sat in the Cabbage Junction Public Library reading about the Napoleonic Wars from an old, oversized book. Read more.
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The mercury red was dripping through the lights of the downtown bars – it was blood running through rainbows and… Read more.
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And there’s a manic man behind a typewriter, his heart in his hands, sweating away in this disillusioned reality fantasy Read more.
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His eyes stained this townon a sunny autumn daylike leaves dropping from his eyescrunchy, veiny tears that smelled of winter… Read more.
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This isn’t my heart on a TV show, isn’t my heart crushed on Cannery Row Read more.
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Linnifrid was hungry, but she had nothing to eat. Her stomach grumbled. “I would give anything for a steaming pot… Read more.
