Aug 23, 2013
A relationship can fall apart in many ways.
The Coffee House by eponyMouse gives the same point of fracture over many different timelines. Who makes the first crack? Why? And more importantly, will it always end the same?
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A relationship can fall apart in many ways.
The Coffee House by eponyMouse gives the same point of fracture over many different timelines. Who makes the first crack? Why? And more importantly, will it always end the same?
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This is a collaboration novel between: Robin has no Name & gwen.
to whoever stole my bike: please marry me
so like
i know this isn’t the classiest way of doing things
and i apologize in advance for posting my proposal
on the bulletin board
of this skeezy coffee shop –
no offense to the owners
A girl slowly reveals why she refuses to love.
"I'm not allowed to love," she tells him, cigarettes on her breath. "Says who?" says he. "Says me," says she. He nods and kisses her anyways, because she is so beautiful in her little red raincoat.
The carnival only came in the summer, and so it was always summer to her. But Alette had never seen a summer like this one, a summer like Nathaniel.
The circus, the traipse, falling in love, in life and as a metaphor.
When Bentley couldn't get a donor heart, his mother did the only thing she could do - she shifted into one.
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Mad and wild, she ran away.
“I don’t see,” she said, “how everyone can just continue on walking to school every day; catch the bus, without wondering why they’re going.” She leaned against the old wooden fence, and I was taken by a sudden urge to grab her shoulder and pull her back, lest she get a splinter. But she kept on talking. “I mean, why take a bus to school when you could take a bus to the airport? And why walk when you can run? Why run when you can run away?”
Blankets by J Wheat Welton
my heart thrums twice
for every once of yours
keeping us in time
a steady discord.
and i think of the coming tides
and times
of you and me
waking
under sunlight and too many blankets.
- blankets by j wheat welton
claim the heavens, covet hell by Kaia
claim the heavens, covet hell by Kaia
A dystopian retelling of the Oedipus trilogy:
The line to get into the city stretches a good three miles down the road to Corinth, and Oedipus has been standing in it for what feels like a year. Back home, they talk about Thebes like it's the promised land, the last tiny oasis of hope in this godsforsaken wasteland, but here in this line there's nothing but dust and barbed wire and the silence of a million starving people.
Oedipus used to like silence.