Clayton sat in the one room of her apartment that had no windows: the closet. Here, the noisy traffic of New York City was muffled.…
Prose & Cons
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My steel pleasure has already drifted into the night, And now I sit isolated above the court of lovers held tight. Stillness haunts me as…
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part one When I was a little girl, wispy blonde braids and no concept of the laws of gravity, I would often jump too high,…
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The spatula whips the hairs on the top of my head in one swift swing. A black plastic spoon swings around the kitchen splattering pancake…
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I have eight separate stretch marks circling my belly button. They look like tree branches, arching out from a trunk, large in size, with too…
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Lying here in darkness, As anxiety turns its twisted head, Loneliness echoes through the walls; My heart yearns for ghosts of old friends. It…
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Aditya and Abhay have been good friends since childhood. They work as attendants in a government office in Northern India. Their low income restricts them…
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It’s my final year of being a teenager. Once I turn twenty, I expect there will be a lot of “Hey, congrats on beating teen…
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There is power in prayers, But sometimes they’re not answered, Not the way I intended them to be. His suffering has ended, And for…
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I received a present today. It was quite plain. A bland-colored box, no ribbon or festive wrapping. No “To:” and “From:” tag either. I…