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Thank you so much! I am in a non-fiction class right now and I love it... It's so much easier to get deep with things that are true. I really ...

I am ankle deep in an Appalachian creek and I feel vulnerable. Thick mud creeps between my toes and cloaks my soles, two uninvited guests traipsing through the Haus of ...

Thank you so much! Very helpful comments. I definitely tried to take your advice into consideration... one more question, how does everyone feel about the repetitive terms "dry, dry" and ...

I used to live in the beige house with dull brown shutters and a thick slab of concrete attached to its waste. A mahogany park bench bristling with painful splinters ...

I re-edited this...

Yes, I am a Junior in college now, but this is all based on a true event. My friend passed away when I was 16. Thank you very much for ...

I could not cry that day. After nights spent sobbing into comfortless pillows and my father’s thick arms, I could not stir a single makeshift tear from my eyes. I ...

She sits and sips sweet liquor, wrongly deeming her thick-bottomed glass a crystal ball. A mess of tangled, red veins stain white irises with spots of blood; Two crisscrossed brown ...

Thanks! That means so much!

Note: I have only a vague idea of where this is going. It's an attempt to get me writing more frequently, and I will try to expand the plot every ...

I'm going to be completely honest when saying I rarely ever feel the need to comment on much of the work I read here... I mean usually others tackle critiques ...

Thanks for the comments and suggestions. = )

It’s the buzz of a light on the verge of burning out, struggling against an always-late electric bill and ten years of neglect. It’s the sticky sweet feel of grease ...

Thank you so much! Your criticism was much appreciated & I've already altered a few things. I have not written much since entering college, but I'm trying to get back ...

It was a simple kitchen table conversation. The kind of discourse that usually entails detailed descriptions of yet another cousin, uncle, neighbor who’d fallen slave to the little white pill ...