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Hi! I’m just another anonymous unpublished writer, trying to improve my writing skills. Thanks for reading my work!
“Mars,” Earnest said, pacing at the front of the class, imagining himself as a professional orator with a doctorate in planets and three best-selling non-fiction books about space. “Mars…”
Earnest stared into the audience at his classmates. He saw Pete. He saw Pete’s myriad of temporary tattoos dancing across Pete’s arms and legs. He blinked and shook his head. He figured it was just another one ...
Thwack.
Tiffany watched the small, white ball arch into the air and speed away, getting smaller and smaller. She scowled. She despised the plain, white golf balls that her daddy used. For every occasion, she brought him new golf balls with bright, bold colors and unusual designs, but he always chose the white ones to golf with.
“How could I risk losing something my sweet little girl gave to me,”...
In the hottest days of summer, I feel a chill, walking down the staircase of my memory. I tightly grip the railing as if my quickly-beating heart might knock me off balance. I crane my neck to stare down the steps at the spot that I might fall.
Every footstep sounds loudly and then echoes, echoes, echoes…
With every step, I smell more of the dusty, musty basement smell in the dry air that doesn’...
I didn’t want to kill them. I just wanted them out. Because I did not want to share my house.
They were coming through the door, more and more and more and more.
And I felt that I would lose my mind.
If I carried one out, it’s way back in, it would always find. If I killed ten, one hundred more would arrive at the same time.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I hid behind the closet door. And I thoug...
Ana Maria. They say her brain broke.
I used to be her. She came from good folk.
Post operation, I’m not the same girl.
Thought alteration is such a mind whirl.
Does this brain allow sight through disguise?
Did Ana Maria’s eyes tell lies?
Is happiness good or cruel sometimes?
Are forced smiles worse than solemn rhymes?
Ana Maria would not have said no.
Who would defeat her, I let them all go.
I s...
“Haven’t you ever heard of a day job?” Dad asked. “Listen to me. Take this job. See how it goes. Make some money until your singing career takes off. Do this for me. Please.”
So here I was, sitting at an actual desk, in an actual office, wearing an actual skirt—an infuriatingly uncomfortable skirt. I grabbed the edge of my pencil skirt and tried to move it into a more comfortable position. Then, ...
The stars smiled upon us, as
If they knew we’d soon join them,
But one soul in thousands, one
Only, and it won’t be me
Would join stars above us and
Shine brightly for eternity.
The truth caught inside me, is
That I’m afraid to shine so bright.
Used to cold darkness, I am
Wary of the warmth of light.
How many watch the stars a—
—bove us in the sky at night?
I watch stars and admire
The way they ...
Once upon a time, there lived a prince who loved to paint.
He painted the sky when the sun rose up into it in the morning. He painted the rain when it thundered down onto the stone pathways in his castle courtyards. He painted the squirrels and the chipmunks and the ducks and the birds and the flies and the ants and the rats when they scurried by the walls of his castle.
But while Prince John pa...
“Would you be interested—” Trevor asked, breaking his sentence and breaking our eye contact in the same moment, “—in eating dinner together sometime?”
I held my breath as I stared at him while he looked anywhere but at me. I could hear my heart beating louder now as I worried that this moment would pass before I could respond. I had never explained to him how time moved strangely for me. I didn’t...
Soon, the darkness shrouded us, hiding us from the hungry gazes of our predators.
I could still hear the angry roar of our audience, but the curtain had finally closed.
I breathed a sigh of relief and began to shrug off my cow costume as my eyes adjusted to the dim light.
“Well, that was a disaster,” I said to my costar Matilda Huffington.
“Oh!” she exclaimed, still fully dressed in her chicke...