faith

It was the hottest kind of sticky city day, and the first dark stain they found proved not to be blood but a cherry ice pop, dropped and melted from ...

how can you love someone who yields so easily to the crush of your body pushing her backwards, posing her into seductive shapes on your dirty sheets. who submitted, so ...

I never want to see you broken down and on your knees. It must have hurt, to know the star you wished on died a thousand years before you lived. ...

children die, c'est la vie and dust blows across an empty yard. the black dog chews on a child-sized soccer ball, but no remonstrating voice echoes out across the silence. ...

i wrote this, for all things, as a short fiction piece (500 words or less) for my creative writing class where the excercise was to write about someone of a ...

and what you do not know is that the end of days has already begun. there will be no white horses running through the streets of this penultimate apocalypse. only ...

how much courage does it take to surrender to gravity? for a moment, at least, you are above it all, a high wind whipping your greasy hair and pizza stained ...

when I see you like this I want to force feed you pink ice cream until you vomit. without your knee high boots and sparkly shirt that proclaims you 'bitch ...

The scene was just right for tragedy. On the park bench I watched them play in bright cartoon shirts, sticky with spilled juice and the sweat of healthy children. Who ...

Ok whoa, this really needs to be toned down a little to be effective. Good writing doesn't need blatantly melodramatic images to be creepy or insightful. Most if this just ...

This reads like an acid trip, I sort of like it. Last stanza especially is quite evocative.

Jane Doe #21532323 lies naked on the table before us. Her eyes are closed, the coroner explains, because they will always be the exact shade of someone we know. A ...

I want your words, but I don't want to pay. Let me pick apart your syntax and sew it back up like a curious child and an unfortunate frog. I ...

Someone once told me that the apocalypse will be blue, and that the saddest day of our lives is when we look into the mirror and know our own eyes. ...

you fight everything with such futile grace, like a moth beating its wings against a lighted window. in the back room of a locked ward of a hospital built for ...

Around midnight we shut off the lights and left our fetal pigs to chill. We found an all night diner that smelled of formaldehyde and biscuits baking. I ordered coffee ...