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Three-line poems that describe the conflicts between beauty, sadness, fear, and desire.
Featured Post: Dandelion Ballerina
I want wrists curved like butterfly wings; a jawline arched like the vein of a leaf; a ribcage like a harp. I will sway to music-box melodies beside the daisies: the dandelion ballerina…
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A collection of pieces that revolve around the nature and nurture creation of a human being, told from the perspectives of air, water, earth, and fire.
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She was trying desperately to break the boundaries of her being and bind her blemishes in bandages...

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Archive of posts published in the category: Short Stories

Not Unbreakable

I am not unbreakable. I spend my time dodging the echoes of footsteps, slipping around the discordant quavers of notes that try to penetrate my skin and mummify me with bandages of music staffs. I hear the pleas and the screams of the…

Painting By Night

What do these texts suggest about an individual’s capacity for self-sacrifice in the face of compelling circumstances? (Polished Personal) Creative Response to “Dancer” with connections based on the imagery of darkness and light to represent confinement and freedom, the idea of a game…

The Vanity Ventriloquist

Vanity controls all. Some are ashamed of being less than perfect, and their vanity compels them to hide within the dark. Some are proud of being ideally beautiful, and their vanity compels them to appear before the light. But all are controlled by…

Porcelain Berry Vines

What do these texts suggest about an individual’s response to the constraints of convention or circumstance? (Polished Personal) Creative Response to “Diary of a Piano-Tuner’s Wife” with connections based off ideas of rebellion and the imagery of gardening. Theme Statement: When individuals who have…

My Landscape

I have four fatal flaws; four which I must embrace; four which I must accept; four which I must experience my life through. I have four fatal flaws; four which I must apologise for; four which I must shed for better attributes; four…

My Sea

My sea is layered and lively, a collection of every part of me and unrestrained in the candor of its being. My sea is me. Their sea is surface and simple, a fraction of the truth and limited to what they are able…

My Sky

My sky was meant to be painted in the raw spectrum of the rainbow, where every color jumped in vibrant exclamations of wanting to be great. Every hue in my sky was meant to be lurid and glaring, flaming in its brilliance, thriving…

Strike Me Down

She is happy. But sometimes, she has days when she is a disaster. There is a storm of chaos who takes the form of a human woman. Her heart beats with jolts of lightning, and her neck’s pulse is the cacophonous thunder that…

Rust and Stardust

By the hand of my phantom, I tried to fill the looming void of infinity. This monster was not a figment of my imagination. This monster was a being that lived in the same body as I did. I was guided by this…

Funhouse

You look at me through dark eyes whose shade is founded in arrogance and ignorance. Their glare is penetrating, excruciating even as you are unaware of the raking gashes they tear into the security of my psyche. I am a porcelain doll whose…

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