Lit

We spend our summers at Wanakuk on the spellbinding land that bows around Echo Lake. There are twelve of us in the cabin at...

I knew you through crumpled bed sheets With tired eyes and morning views Crawling under blankets and intense teenage blues It was fast and rough and passionate...

so this is how life passes at fifteen: we wake up to the violent moon, breaking window panes and shredding plastic blinds. our bodies are sandbags holding back...

The ugly scarab beetle walked the sand; Step after step did he drudge through the heat. The sun and moon waned; a long time had spann’d— The...

Our arms Full of gentle pinks, whites, and purples. Our feet stretching far, Far beneath the soil in which others stand. We stand, Still, Among the developing bulbs and whimpering worms. Our...

They carry your scent like they were made to never forget you. I miss the way they slipped against my legs, as I intertwined them with yours. Under my...

I consider turning down every street except the one the open mic is actually on. The most inviting streets are cul de sacs (easy to turn around...

maybe in some way i am historic too i heard them call the ruins "beautiful" the old and run down "majestic" i do not see the reason why i should't say the same when i look...

Welcome, Germies, to this month's writing challenge! This challenge will begin today and will end February 28th. However, you are welcome to come back anytime...

The following is a featured 100-word story from the December Writing Challenge.   “Evacuate!” An electronic voice pierced the air. “Last ship leaves in 5 minutes!...