Category: Writing

Not Nearly Enough Dragons by Sheldon Clarricoates

“Where could he be?” Cecily shivered on the steps of a large, derelict mansion. Shifting, she adjusted her heavy knapsack to be more comfortable; it was filled with the various things needed for the day’s work. A compass, shiny, almost brand new; a hammer, which comes in handy more often than you would think; various

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Moving In by Juniper Coletti

Two people coming together Flirt with hurt for joymix the curves of our personalitiesour nerves wet with weatherskin peels scarred and healingmuscles move through the ebbs and flows of our differenceReshape our swirls of selfToMeltMouldAndMixCarving them to fit as close as atoms allowawkwardly stepping forwardputting the surface together Two separate puzzles, paper crinklesCollage  two people

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You’re a human collage by Juniper Coletti

You’re a human collage I’m an emotional miragewe’re a masterpiece worth makinglet’s find a paintbrushpaint what we are feelinga beautiful picturea mixture of our coloursPicture perfect We were just a polaroidfast but nostalgicworth keeping in the photo bookfor when we lookbackto what was  

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Water Time by Mykyta Ryzhykh

  Everything has floated away Fish bones The belly gives birth to pain   The tree moves like a dead stone washed by healing water On the banks of a jagged river in the hollow of a fresh wound    I take a pager from the pocket of a thunderstorm but remember there is no

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Oh, Look, We’re in Surrey by H. Robert Mac

On your way to be stuck in traffic No escape by the Riverside Headed home just drove past it Chasing dolls on White Rock tides Drop your dream in the mail then hurry Richmond Post for your Russian bride Mayor’s rant of a Fleetwood foot rub Over the protests where he presides Point Grey down

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Towing Tonkas by H. Robert Mac

What peaches and penumbras, Allan!Arrayed so gallantly against the meekTowing tonkas en train de bruit, perforce toAlert the sheep to the falling of the sky.What courage and costume, man!Perching primly, tweeting in treacherous shriek.Yet transparent in their hoarse bleating, by the by.

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Perfectly Stackable Tupperware Containers by Savannah Callahan

 I was the household dishwasher from an early age, pulling my weight you could say. Scrubbing dishes after a meal, cleaning up after my family. My favourite part was always putting dishes away exactly how they should be. It brought a strange sense of glee to have control over this one tiny aspect of our

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Glittering Darling of the Troposphere by Heath Carra

Remember our glory days when the world was fresh with possibility? It was a springtime of the spirit. In fact, it was spring. You and I were just two drops of rain, and we felt like we could fall forever. The world was our sky and the sky was our world. Everything was new and

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National Muffin Day by Kathy Witkowsky

       Georgia stood in the parking lot of the Johnson Street shelter, her black beret snugged down over her ears, her gloved hands holding a basket of homemade muffins nestled in a gingham napkin, and looked around at the two dozen or so homeless people on the sidewalk.  Temporarily displaced from the shelter while lunch

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Heoldel By Melia Kootnikoff

The people of Heoldel were precociously superstitious. They knew to cover their mirrors after sunset so as not to be pulled in and replaced by their mimicking reflections. To not gaze upon the moon when with child, lest it be born wolfish or malformed. And to hide and hang iron above the doorways of their

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Derek by Oscar Hunter

Trigger warning: racist characters The Speeding Ticket As Derek stood in the road, waiting for the officer to finish writing the ticket, he reflected somberly on his day. If only he had taken the interstate instead of cutting through the countryside on the backroads! Then he wouldn’t have been pulled over by the traffic cops,

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Assimilation of a Spirit Wrestler by Melia Kootnikoff

Defiantly, there grew a lily  surrounded by a sea   of morning glory  it sprouted from soils  fertilized with a falsity  of promises wept  Their violent waves   splash at   its stalk  their twisting vines   strangle up  its stem.  There no longer grew a lily,  instead replaced  by homogenized glory. 

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