allen

🇨🇳+🇺🇸/🇨🇦any pronouns. HSPVA creative writing dept. been writing for four years since fifth grade. age approx 14 years. my older writing is shit so watch out

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allen

🇨🇳+🇺🇸/🇨🇦any pronouns. HSPVA creative writing dept. been writing for four years since fifth grade. age approx 14 years. my older writing is shit so watch out

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Ouroboros

allen

1 min read

holy bird, hit the ground, dead dove won’t come back around

time will tell, one day you’ll die, weep and kiss don’t say goodbye

give a little get a little give it all and get fucked

let it go and miss it later leave it all and get stuck

cycle it, cycle it, oh my love you bite too hard

ouroboros, great snake you sank your teeth in much too far

to hell with it, it’s hell i reckon, come on babe let...

Poetry

Romance

i wish you could have been my big brother a little bit sooner

allen

1 min read

i sit at your spot at the table and i think do i want to be you or do i just miss you

i take naps in your bed and read books on your carpet and pretend you're in the room down the hall

i look at the couch you played video games on and curl myself into the dip in the center cushion because you never sat anywhere else

i do my work at your desk and i ring your little bell sometimes because i remember...

Poetry

why some scars are raised

allen

1 min read

when someone hurts you intentionally that is sin, it is sin, sin, sin, slithering its way beneath your skin, raising a scar, be it a reminder or a trophy for all to see that says yes yes yes i won this fight and this is my reward and even when it’s a helping wound beneath the blade of a scalpel or point of a needle and thread the hurt is all the same and your scars will raise and bubble with blood...

Poetry

overtime

allen

1 min read

the game has gone to overtime again.

the game has got our teeth aching, white-knuckled grip on nothing

the game has us praying for a last-minute buzzer beater, a final act of god

the game has the next shift hurting, yet we still believe ourselves to be divine

the game has us all thinking _it’s gonna be me i just know i’ll make sure of it_

the game has gone to overtime again.

the game has tha...

Poetry

Media Day

allen

5 min read

[fair warning: this piece is 1.2k words. if you're looking for a snippet, this isn't it.]

[not super accurate to the prompt, just wanted to write some dialogue.]

“He’s like some neurotic trapped prey animal. Look at him,” Rally says, jerking his head in Voraček’s general direction across the kindergarten classroom. “He deserves a break, at least this time.”

Yen looks up from where he’s directi...

YA fiction

Drama

palindrome poem - overtime

allen

1 min read

today is the fourth of july.

living here in one of those rural suburbs that folks build around lakes,

every house has a wind chime.

it’s not time for fireworks; the sun is still out.

i should be out of my element.

a small chinese girl in a group of big american boys.

it’s strange.

street hockey.

beach football,

freeze tag.

we play any game that ends in skinned knees.

someone yells for u...

Poetry

Voraček

allen

2 min read

[dedicated to my friend ethan's hatred of oil-burning cars.]

“God, I hate rotary engines,” Rally bemoans, waving a hand through the air as he lists against the balcony rail. He feels something snap under the heel of his gear, and he tries to look down, but then he gets really dizzy and it kind of makes him want to throw up. So, instead, he continues, “It’s a Dorito spinning in a tin can, dude. A...

Humour

Drama

Rally Racer

allen

3 min read

[Yes, I know that the IMSA VP does not work like this. Yes, I have driven rally cars. Enjoy the story.]

You’re not _really_ a rally racer. Well, you could be, but it’s nothing like how it was in the 80’s. Too much safety. Not enough speed. It’s why you race for IMSA VP, where they have a million useless sponsors and’ll take anyone who wants a big silver trophy and can drive a fancy car.

Some p...

YA fiction

Drama

hail mary

allen

1 min read

he was the star boy. i was a hail mary.

he spat at me. he’ll need that mouthguard.

all he did was kick me. he put his skate blade

into the back of my neck.

that game didn’t happen. there were two

minutes on the clock

when it happened.

i was never scared of him. i am so terrified. i was never scared of him.

he always smelled like copper. i always smelled like ice.

he smells like antisepti...

Poetry

tired

allen

1 min read

have you ever slept so little

that when the morning came,

all you could do was move slowly

and try not to fall asleep?

on these days it feels like im being piloted by someone else

someone that i shut down when i was eleven,

because she was too run-down

and tired

spending three years without a power source

dreaming of running through fields green and gold

now all she can do is try not to...

Poetry