Drawers

All I want is a smile. People walk by you, they look at you, they look away. They don’t mean to, it’s not their fault… but they never smile. It’s ...

Flies buzzed around my head like I was already dead and rotting. My clothes were like Saran Wrap against my body and the fan I was holding in front of ...

Unedited. It's hot man, I can't sleep. This is what happens when that is the situation.~Tucker was straining to get in the house by the time I stepped onto the ...

I read about it in the paper, in the subway, on my way to work. I knew I was right—didn’t want to be right, but knew I was. She was ...

I wrote this last year for my English class. The assignment was just to write a "personal narrative," which is basically a short story about something that has really happened ...

I posted the first half of this the other day. This is a 'continued' version.Mod: Rated for language.~She stood at the window, her tank top hanging off her bird-bone shoulders. ...

We're supposed to write an allegory for English. Basically it's supposed to be a story with an overriding thesis, and the thesis is proved through the use of symbolism. The ...

I was happy before the war. Northern winters were enough to turn you into an icicle if you tried to step outside without three layers of clothing. They were dark ...

No one told her that the road would be this one told her that pretty, musical words would so quickly turn into dusty, dissonant sounds of lonely wandering. Shadows danced ...

Pigeons clucked like hens vying for the rooster’s attention. Bits of bread flew out of a snow white hand. A gold watch wrapped itself loosely around the tiny wrist, as ...