Category: Fiction

Beneath my surface, she lingered like a tumor, crawling on bruised knees along bones and ligaments. I threw myself down the stairs to dislodge her. Now she emerges – a tiny pink girl whose neck is purpling, swathed round
“Can I be honest with you?” Olivia nodded at me. Her eyes were big and glassy, like a bug’s, behind her coke-bottle lenses. “This poem is… bad. I mean, don’t get me wrong. There’s potential, but if I were
“I want you to tell me what it is I can change so you’ll love me again.” I practiced that line laying in bed, staring at the blank ceiling. How come teenagers and perverts are the only people who
There was once an old caterpillar who lived on a leaf that grew from a basswood tree, and one morning, he woke up on the ground. He rolled over, clumps of dirt clung to his setae, and he quickly

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