Writing

To Those Who Cry Often - food rape

A Story by Susie

Firstly, you should know this about me: I don't mind what you do or don't eat.Sure, I have my own opinions that evolve and change over time. We all do..

Ezra

A Chapter by Melissa

Fear fills my chest and manages to escape by erupting from my mouth in a shriek of absolute terror. I watch as the ground comes closer and closer..

ALIVE

A Poem by Meagan Byington

We are but a continuous seed in the garden of life. Perhaps Death, Sleep, then Heaven? Perhaps Death, Sleep, a New Life?

"The Green House"

A Story by Cody Williams

“The Green House” By Cody Williams 1. When Roger first built that damn green house, hon..

New Mind

A Poem by Robert Ronnow

The mind is the bodypaying attention to whatit is seeing and doing.Morning tea, unemployedwas one thing twenty years agoand another now, two babies.Ye..

The Listener

A Poem by Robert Ronnow

New York City is where people who aredisappearing go. It is very quiethere, silent. A man and womanmade love below me. I could hearthe bedsprings ring..

Dendrology

A Poem by Robert Ronnow

Surveyingnorthern autumn afternoonPitcherelli, ex-marine, body-builder,Lussier, long-haired father of three dark-skinned childrenand myself, sharp-edg..

Fun Writing Prompt Challenge #6

A Story by Astrid

Describe the picture without the worlds "beautiful", "rock", or "plants".

Focal Weeds

A Poem by Carlton Rolle

An intro to several photography shots that are focused on plant life. To view the photos visit: http://soadioh.com/2015/03/26/focal-weeds/

They Tried to End Us in the Spring

A Poem by Katherine Vice

They tried to end us in the spring.You'd been gone for so long,I tried not to hear bullets in the rain,or bones snapping when I picked marigoldsto fol..

Microstory 62: Kerguelen

A Story by Nick Fisherman

This is a microstory. You'll have to read it to find out what it's about.

Life is Beautiful

A Chapter by Astrid

Humans often forget to care about life that isn't human and treat it as lesser than their-self, so here's my view on life:

ConserveAStory

A Story by alexborderie

After roaming through Chicago's Garfield Park Conservatory, my class wrote small esseys on sight, sound, and touch.

Stronger

A Poem by Unmeshed

Once there was an seed that was planted from the depths of pure balance. It grew in sunshine and knew only darkness by slight glance. It filled itse..