Lit

Brown eyes that darken in the shadows. Memories. Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong, crumpled papers full of black ink and little secrets tied to the summer by...

The sky gets dark and grey Animals quiet and return home The stark, bare trees begin to sway Children no longer roam   The first snowflake falls from...

                  Words leak out of my ears at night. In the morning I shake out the pillowcase to see if Sentences Fall out.         Christine Green is a freelance writer and...

I have forgotten the lyrics, But I want to hum the song. The song so soothing to my ears, Often my soul rests upon it. In the dawn...

Watch Clio's performance of her original piece, "I Really Did Love Katie."     You know, I actually didn't mind being pregnant. You hear all these horror stories about morning...

“Hurry, Emma! We’re running out of time!” Sharon shrieked at the young girl, no older than six years old. Her light blue dress hung...

"I'm the kind of person that is constantly riddled with self-doubt and is easily just brought down by the world; but, fortunately for me,...

In a fog of worry, I attempt to start over.  I’ve got my hands in the hands of a little guy, nine years old. ...

The challenge was to write a story close to 100 words that fit Germ's theme for the month: "March to the Beat of Your Own...

The new neighbors have a son who only knows numb sounds and dull drums. We play together. He speaks sign language. I am learning, (for him). He asks me to tell...