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Earrings
April truly is the cruelest month, especially in Augusta during the first full week, breeding dogwoods and azaleas into dreams of a green jacket on Sunday. I won’t go into it about badges; suffice to say my family received. I was dating some loser the year I was twenty-two or -three, and I was taking him to the Par 3. At least I was until the night before.
By Harper Lewisabout 13 hours ago in Writers
Bacon. Content Warning.
Satan, laughing, spreads his wings. He launches into an atmosphere riddled with smoke, soot, and ash. He feels the radiation from a thousand fallen nukes. For humanity, it’s certain death. For him, it’s like bathing in a sauna. He laughs again at the thought.
By C. Rommial Butlerabout 9 hours ago in Fiction
How to Break a Monstrous Curse
1. Extraction - remove yourself from all sources of conflict; the birthplace of curses. A week before your eighteenth birthday, your mother will sit you down and tell you not to panic, “there’s something you need to know—”
By Lauren Everdell2 days ago in Fiction
I'm Really Good at Titles
Dear Plaza Middle School, Leesville Road Middle School, and Patrick Henry Middle School: I apologize for how I acted as the new girl.
By Cali Loriaa day ago in Humor
When Tickets Go on Sale
From our bedroom upstairs, my husband drops something heavy on the floor, forcing my attention away from the laptop screen.
By Kera Hollowa day ago in Fiction
Sublime Rhyme
What’s wrong with a song or poem with rhyme? I find my mind pondering, wandering, wondering much of the time. Unbelievably, inconceivably… to some, rhyme is worse than slime or grime!
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶a day ago in Poets
Cerebral Venom
I’m sensitive to energies and sure, some would call me a freak, weirdo, I’ve even been called a pyscho but I’ve always known who I really was in the back of my mind.
By Latoya M.Da day ago in Fiction
you mistake me for the speaker of my poems
—and you call me embarrassing. your words sting, dripping with venom, sending my body into panic. I cry, half anger / half devastation.
By katherine j zumpanoa day ago in Poets
Undertow
You hold me where the water turns Black around the knees— not the crash, not the crest, but just underneath. Where every step is stolen ground,
By SUEDE the poet3 days ago in Poets
What Comes Back
I held it in my hands Tightly squeezing my grip so it would not get out I could feel it struggle as the light that fed it disappeared
By G. A. Botero2 days ago in Poets
Quarter 1 Performance Report
Last year (2025), I challenged myself to write at least one story for each of the 48 Vocal communities. I have achieved that goal, but a lot of new community stories were cramped into the last two weeks of the year.
By Lana V Lynx2 days ago in Writers
Sleepless
Sleepless nights bathed in the light of the droning TV, familiar music and memories, I travel back to 2015 in my mind. -
By Reece Beckett5 days ago in Poets
Ghostly Happenings in Colorado
Disturbed Spirits In Denver, an expanse of greenery, Cheesman Park comes with a macabre history since it was once a burial ground known as Mount Prospect Cemetery established by General William Larimer in 1858. The job of exhuming bodies began, and some were left behind resting beneath the park. However, the ghostly spirits don’t wish to rest in peace beneath the park, and visitors here have felt cold touches, seen ghostly children playing at night, and heard a singing lady who disappears when approached.
By Rasma Raisters3 days ago in Horror
Broken Filter
Why don’t you ever think before you speak? But I do, and did, I planned to every dotted T. Somehow with every line conversation keeps diverging increasingly unmanageably.
By K.B. Silver 9 days ago in Poets
Swan
“During the Metal Age, humans took photographs of everything beautiful, which was everything, yet machines did not even wear shoes. The Fauxna thought of a better way. They colored all of the light rose, for a corrupted source cannot be verified.” - Origin Parable, 011
By Nicky Frankly3 days ago in Fiction
Simpsons Review: "So It's Come to This: A Simpsons Clip Show"
Happy April Fools' Day, all! It's been a while since I've written a review of a Simpsons episode, and with today being the aforementioned holiday, I just have to talk about this episode. It's a landmark episode, in more ways than one, so let's get to it.
By Clyde E. Dawkins3 days ago in Geeks
Grace
“Caroline, Zach! Dinner’s ready!” my mother called up the stairs. I marched down and took my place at the table. “Wash your hands, dear,” my mother said.
By Bride of Sound3 days ago in Fiction
The Spoils of War
There’s a silent strength that flows through feminine veins, One hidden behind a pasted smile and a black sense of humour,
By Colleen Millsteed 3 days ago in Poets
When The Story Pivots and Changes
My writing journey has been a bit of a roller coaster. I don't have any accolades to claim, though if I actually attempted to get serious about writing contests and submitting my work, I could change that. After I finished my rewrite and recording of the audiobook of "Memoirs of the In-Between" I decided that I needed to decide what to do next.
By Hope Martin6 days ago in Writers
Elderly Woman Behind the Table in a Large Town
The glass of Absinthe sat before me. It’s quite amazing how despite such terror rendered upon their stones in the preceding decades, these streets still held the beauty I first read about as a girl. I never dreamed I’d set foot on these cobbles, at least not safely.
By Matthew J. Fromm3 days ago in Art