Hi! I’m just another anonymous unpublished writer, trying to improve my writing skills. Thanks for reading my work!
Hi! I’m just another anonymous unpublished writer, trying to improve my writing skills. Thanks for reading my work!
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...
“Oh grandma, listen close I’ll tell you how
I won the spelling bee and took a bow
In front of the whole nation on TV.
I know you will be very proud of me.”
Listen blindly, please believe me.
Will these dreamers’ words deceive you?
Look away from her I pity,
Standing still and dressed in sad blue....
I woke in the earth, covered in dirt that would have stopped my breath if I had had lungs anymore, in dirt that would have blocked my sight if I had had eyes anymore.
But I breathed, I took in unnatural breath after unnatural breath, and it wasn’t air that filled me, but something more. And I saw each particle of dirt in my eye sockets.
With my new unnatural strength, I burst through the ground,...
I finished my geography test early, and I was bored, so I stared at Dean Easton and watched him take the test. I heard he failed every test he ever took. I was curious about his process, about how he did it, about how it was even possible to fail every test. And as I snuck peaks at his paper, my questions were answered. I saw his hand gripping his pencil, his head hunched over his paper with his b...
“Hand it over, now!” she said to me as I wrote this story.
“My blue pen?” I asked, continuing to write these words. “Or my red notebook?”
“Your yellow ruler,” she said.
I stared down at the yellow ruler that I used to write these words in my notebook.
“That’s impossible,” I said. “The paper in my notebook is unlined. If I hand over my ruler, I won’t be able to write in lines.”
“Exactly,” she ...