Where are you going? Stay a little longer Your nightgown flutters at your ankles, like weak, broken-winged, white butterflies The blue roses on your gown’s…
Prose & Cons
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Like all good stories, mine began with a flash of light. I was sitting in my garage like usual, right? I was underneath a car,…
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It’s a vicious cycle of wanting to fit in… wanting to stand out. Those arbitrary “rules of society” may try to force conformity, but you…
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A Blistery January Day Today is just like any other day in Ithaca. I get up, toss on a light jacket and make my way…
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Maybe it was fate. Or maybe just a weird coincidence. Whatever it was, he knew he would never be the same when the strange girl…
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Licking her lips and smiling slick Is the nun who wears the hooker’s heels. Her foam flowers conceal the slaking scent. She inflicts wounds she…
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There are many perspectives on what it means to be an American. Some Americans think being an American is unlimited opportunity, patriotism, diversity, integrity, tolerance,…
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Chained up, Like a beast locked inside a cage. Isolated from the outside world, Longing to escape. The restrictions, the loneliness, The unbearable pain and…
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The crackling flames of a campfire, Gooey chocolate and marshmallows, Laughter echoing throughout the forest, The distant sounds of water sloshing on the dock. …
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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.…