Tags : Prose

Pipe Tobacco

Pipe Tobacco

A Poem by Megan Lynn Tocci


I only remember that it was winter, and that my heartbeats slowed to match the steady hum of an engine that was older than me.
19 April 2015

19 April 2015

A Poem by Megan Lynn Tocci


2:38 a.m.
Colorado

Colorado

A Poem by Megan Lynn Tocci


Shadows fall across an old rail-yard.
9 March 2018

9 March 2018

A Poem by Megan Lynn Tocci


Graduation is fast approaching.
Sunday Paper

Sunday Paper

A Poem by Megan Lynn Tocci


We’re out of sugar again.
Generation Y

Generation Y

A Poem by Megan Lynn Tocci


Some of us look for thrills. We start our hearts with black-box pills.
Lost Generation

Lost Generation

A Poem by Megan Lynn Tocci


We fall asleep to the white-noise of gunshots on screens.
4 November 2015

4 November 2015

A Poem by Megan Lynn Tocci


Maybe it’s not.
10:00pm Train

10:00pm Train

A Poem by Megan Lynn Tocci


Maybe I can keep myself ignited too.
Fields of Rhyme

Fields of Rhyme

A Poem by I.B. Rimon


From my knotty pine writing table Where I always feel strong and able I have built a world on typing paper Where I rule mighty as any dictator I..
Paralyzed in the Past...

Paralyzed in the Past...

A Poem by C_theSurrealist


I want to recast and go another dimension but why my feet were paralyzed? What's wrong with me?
Exempt From Pollination - A Short Story Response To 'The Great Gatsby'

Exempt From Pollination - A Short Story Response T..

A Story by Kristian Wiseman


Written in 11th grade English as a creative writing assignment - Keep in mind I was 16 years old at the time.
Spoken

Spoken

A Poem by Ty


Spoken
I am nothing

I am nothing

A Story by Doux Polverenere


The meaning of self reflection
Love of the A,B,C

Love of the A,B,C

A Poem by C Peril


A poem about a passion for reading.
Abchanchu

Abchanchu

A Story by Brand0


A woman, shaken at heart, goes for a strange walk through the woods...
Golden Needles

Golden Needles

A Poem by Golnazhg


I pricked my finger with a golden needle�" the pain was mixed with some pride and perhaps a little pleasure, at h..
If you must....

If you must....

A Poem by Greg Agee


Having a little fun with common ordinary words
Fairy tale

Fairy tale

A Poem by Chit Lumibao


I wish I am a princess...sleeping.Waiting for a kiss from a prince to wake me up.Instead of waking up by the loud voice of my mother.I wish I am a pri..