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The ticking of the clock tells me it's time to dream, About the rise of an empire or perhaps the downfall of a king. Should it...

When the last of rose has mellowed, And faded with decay, And the warmth has fled in silence, Borne off in cold dismay, I’ll see your silhouette, underneath the...

You are a willow branch broke open. Sleek. puffed with soft. Wind breaks you down, twists you. I’ve seen you fight it, and now I say Stop. Let yourself break...

A Modern Adaptation of Anne Sexton's Snow White . The words rang in her ears, a siren that couldn’t be silenced. It pierced her, a sound...

I am broken bones and scraped knuckles ........bruised knees and black eyes ........cut up arms and twisted ankles ........tear-stained cheeks and shaking hands ........screaming lungs and pounding heart ........constantly...

Today I learned the golden rule of feminism. Tip 101 of being the right kind of Feminist. I can't like the colour pink. So, this is how it works: Pink...

Welcome, Germies, to this month's writing challenge! This challenge will begin today and will end July 31, 2019. However, you are welcome to come back...

I am not yours to interrogate, to tear apart with attention. I gave you what I could, and all you did was ask Why. Now all I have is mental images and...

This story is one of the May Writing Challenge entries chosen to be a featured story. . I stared at the moon, paying particular attention to...

This story is one of the May Writing Challenge entries chosen to be a featured story. . They call me the wild cat. The winged snake....