Prose

Gravity Makes Me Fall

Gravity Makes Me Fall

February 13 (or I guess, 14th) I should have seen that this was a bad idea before I got to this point. I somehow thought that running away across the country was going to make everything so much clearer for me. It shouldn’t take standing alone in a train staton in Queens to figure out […]

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The One That Got Away

The One That Got Away

Dear J, 4 years ago you convinced me to sit with you on the train and I didn’t let you go ever. We weren’t exactly the greatest friends: our greatest way of bonding at the time was being annoying to each other. I wouldn’t have gotten as far as I did or know half the […]

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Another Excerpt from Stereotypical Fantasy Romance Novel

Another Excerpt from Stereotypical Fantasy Romance Novel

“Kristian! Kristian, are you there?” Rhea called in Latin. She had told her lover to meet her deep in the trees that surrounded her family’s villa in the countryside. It was past midnight, the moon concealed by clouds and the canopy of the trees far above her head. She had told Kristian to leave lanterns […]

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Frights and Fins

Frights and Fins

A late October night deserves a spooky story. I hope you get a good scare out of my killer thriller. Happy Halloween, witches!   Drop Dead Gorgeous At the local church’s pumpkin patch, on a warm autumn afternoon, two girls were looking for the perfect fall decorations for their dorms room. They perused vine after […]

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Fallen by Andrew

Fallen by Andrew

Here’s an original prose piece I’ve written. I hope you enjoy!   Fallen The stars are beautiful during the scenic fall nights like the one on which I met her. I remember because I could see entire constellations twinkle when I stared into her eyes. I remember also the energy she seemed to share with […]

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Anna: A Short Story

Anna: A Short Story

“Anna” By: John Lineberger It was November outside and I was eighteen, working the night shift by myself in an Exxon gas station at the end of my street. Between the hours of thumbing through Instagram and countless vain attempts to talk with some hotdog craving truckers, I was sure I’d lose my mind in […]

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Biscuits and Milk by John Lineberger

Biscuits and Milk by John Lineberger

Fourteen years old, sophomore year cooking class. I was in group D, a letter symbolizing the grade we ultimately should have earned had the teacher not been long past the age of academic integrity. All five of us were boys. The football player, the soccer player, the anime watcher, the French-Asian, and me. It was […]

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The New Wilderness – Athena Kashyap

The New Wilderness – Athena Kashyap

Books are all that remain of trees, the wind from turning pages procuring a murmur in the mind as words jostle, reset, put down roots to spawn forests and woods. The last remaining bison float like clouds in our dreams. No need for jungles, the new wilderness spreads within us as bodies transform into thought, […]

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Nothing is Enough

Nothing is Enough

Sometimes you complete me. Just a little bit. All of my world could be catastrophic, apocalyptic and then you smile sardonically and I take a hit of you.          Inhale. Consume your solid existence and then push greedily to peel back the skin and beat with you. Learn how you process the strands of […]

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Dear Ms. Walks in Beauty

Dear Ms. Walks in Beauty

The last time I wrote letters seriously is when I was pen pals with my hippie grandmother. It was great for a few years; I wrote about my childhood garden and how many teeth I had lost. We rambled about my “obnoxious” sister, climbing trees, and bird calls. She was always attentive and encouraging, as […]

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