Creative Writing – Page 14 – cereal after sex

This isn’t my heart on a TV show, isn’t my heart crushed on Cannery Row Read more.

The End of a New Season

Our white-haired fathers are sending missiles to obliterate philosophies and the hungry Read more.

Sally and Mary Jane were huddled around a candle in the kitchen, whispering. “I think you should call a doctor,”… Read more.

Mary Jane’s fine porcelain skin had a pinkish hue as she twaddled about her sun-drenched apartment watering her plants and… Read more.

Linnifrid was hungry, but she had nothing to eat. Her stomach grumbled. “I would give anything for a steaming pot… Read more.

There was some blood, and she wet a finger and ran it across one of the scrapes and then stuck… Read more.

The air was dead still and full of natural carnage. Papa shielded his eyes from the strange bright light with… Read more.

“I don’t mind tree huggers, but I draw the line at ass lookers… No, you dumb horse, take a gander… Read more.

At the end of gravity, only the heartless still eat and smile and roll around in the dirty motel cities… Read more.

The mountains in Albuquerque are to the east. In most places I’ve lived, they were to the west. I always… Read more.

I felt a Rikki Tikki Tavi ghost ship cut through my spleen as I walked across the lot and into… Read more.

Empty roads beckon wanderlust, Heaven torn asunder by the sun Read more.