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Electric WavesA Poem by ScribeShort Poem featured in up comming Project |
An Apple A Day!A Poem by COLLYMOREA humorous dig at the old biblical story. |
Chapter 2A Chapter by mbairdWhat? I gasped and my world started to spin. Murder? My vision blurred and the ringing in my ears increased as I began to relive my morning and encounter with the Belling boys:I had gotten in an argum.. |
TalkA Chapter by Snow Garland“We need to talk,” were the first words out of Vex’s mouth after a relatively silent supper. Kirin shrugged at this, but said nothing. Overhead, the three moons were all up in t.. |
Maharute: Jet Black PopeA Chapter by Snow GarlandThe door hissed open at the key-in sequence of the guard. Sage Alissa Paddrang strode confidently into the laboratory, leaving her guards behind with a dismissive wave. The minute she walked into .. |
Untitled 10A Poem by JaybirdYou plunged your heartinto my chestand squeezed the breath frommy lungswatched me choke and splutterand smiledas my lips went blueand kissed a sunset upon mycheeks as youstole my last breath |
Untitled 12A Poem by JaybirdI stare down atthe scars thatcast shadows acrossmy skin,streaked with bloodwarm and wet and freshRemember your promisewhispered into the smallof my neck as you held me close."We'll get through this to.. |
threeA Chapter by Luke Echterling_____________________ three A boy searching for his mother. That was the mantra of my youth. I did not remember anything for a very long time after my mother was consumed. I have glimpses of.. |
fourA Chapter by Luke Echterling_______________________four My first community toll stop is empty. This surprises me. A single flag in the nest of bare poles droops towards empty bunkers. The operators of the toll were never.. |
fiveA Chapter by Luke Echterling_______________________________five Believe me the smell becomes an invisible living fog that burrows into your pores and stings the eyes. I have never been more terrified in my life. I am challe.. |
sixA Chapter by Luke Echterling__________________________________ six Sleep is short and abrupt. I resort to my radiation suit in order to avoid the smell. The sun is a muted orange on the morning horizon. The bridge is four mi.. |
tenA Chapter by Luke Echterling___________________________________ten Dr. Onora Sinclair is wearing a pair of cloth shorts and a college t-shirt from the east coast. She is short and fit, a proud Korean stuck in the dar.. |
elevenA Chapter by Luke Echterling________________________________eleven It is evening before we retire to a small eatery within the town square. I am dining on white fish broiled in butter, fresh vegetables simmering in a mushro.. |
twelveA Chapter by Luke Echterling_________________________twelve Kids with guns are terrifying. The bravado is overwhelming. They are calm--then angry--then confident--then scared--then murdering. These emotions are a clear ca.. |
fourteenA Chapter by Luke Echterling____________________________fourteen The sunrise is gray and overcast. Steam wafts above the water while insects lazily hover through the morning fog. The adrenaline has worn off. Now. I f.. |
fifteenA Chapter by Luke Echterling________________________________fifteen Memphis is a stack of dry buildings squinting through the smog of pollution. The pollution is from trains and trucks from the East and South. Around 2021.. |
sixteenA Chapter by Luke Echterlingsixteen I remember playing tick-tack-toe on my thigh with my knife. It was a three-inch folding blade knife. It was so sharp it barely bit the skin"it merely slid beneath the de.. |
seventeenA Chapter by Luke Echterlingseventeen Graceland reeks of sex. I see Bobby Darin standing next to the gate singing “Dream Lover”. I cannot hear him. I see Roy Orbison sin.. |
Black is BeautifulA Poem by wim99Black is Beautiful In a sensitive moment Black is Beautiful Looking for success Black is Beautiful A background view Black is Beautiful In it's own way Black is Beautiful The future o.. |
ONE LEGGED ANNE AND THE KIDDIES' SW..A Poem by Terry CollettA GIRL AND BOY IN A NURSING HOME IN 1950S |