Some stories are written to give answers, while others are written to pose the questions. This snippet was written to do the latter--I don't agree with what Irie says, but that's the point. I wanted to present a problem so that you would think about the answer, not give you an answer before you'd even … Continue reading Cursed Pawn
Cindy.
They were all sitting round the table playing cards. Except for Cindy. She was sitting on the floor. Pa was winning, but Kathy was close. But nobody noticed when Aunt Bertha snuck a card to her hand. Except for Cindy. She saw. And Ma didn't see it when Jack wiped his fingers on her best … Continue reading Cindy.
Where I’m From
I am from broken keyboards From Sharpies and MicroPerforate. I am from the lost pencils tucked in the couch (Sharp, pointed, they poked at my skin). I am from big, green jackfruits The sweet, sappy fruit that smells up the house I am from warm rolls and wavy hair, From Joan and Geraldine. I'm from … Continue reading Where I’m From
Hunting To Do List – A Quick Write
Wake up before the sun risesPut on camouflageGuzzle coffeeLoad up the truck: Guns Ammo Snacks Calls Roll slow to the site, sun risingGet out of the truck tiptoe to the hideoutWaitWaitWaitShush – steady your arm…….BOOOM!Smile. Pats on the backsLoad truckSun’s upSon, can you take out the trash?and wash up!
The End of a Letter
Dear Friends, I once wrote a letter, a once a while ago While everything still moves on a line I know The letter wasn't special to anyone but you It wasn't at all a masterpiece, nothing really new I still don't know if you've read it, it may still be unexposed Anyway I sat in … Continue reading The End of a Letter
The Shadows
It was midafternoon the first time Patrick Irving saw the Shadows. The late October leaves were falling softly from the colorful trees, making a soft carpet on the pavement where they fell. The ground was scented with the smell of dying leaves, even more so when the busy Milwaukee buses drove over them in a … Continue reading The Shadows
A Circle
I live inside a circle, A circle filled with people; And yet I often wonder Why I feel so alone. But am I? Changes come And people come, But it can work The opposite direction Just as well. If there are so many people In the circle where I live, Can't I get to know … Continue reading A Circle
You Will Face Their Wrath
Hey, readers! I wrote this short story as a creative writing assignment from my English class. Three of my great friends from the same class significantly helped out with the project. As Anna walked briskly down the school’s main hall to the kitchen, she noticed that there was a small note on the counter. She … Continue reading You Will Face Their Wrath
USA
When I get back to the USA,Gonna head down to Fort Worth, Lone Star State.Run around an acre of mesquite woods late,Under an independance moon.When I get home to the land of the free,Gonna cook up a cup of cowboy coffee.Be being as me as I was born to be,And sit and sip with big … Continue reading USA
Impossible Fight
I’ve stained the sky with smoke. I’ve buried the land in ash.I’ve taken the food until children poke through piles of garbage for a single mouthful, and taken the water until women wait in the blazing sun for a cup of dirty water.Houses explode into a quiet night, and some innocent passer-by could be the … Continue reading Impossible Fight
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