Loss & Grief
— October 3rd Objects in Writing: The Pearl Earrings by Lena A. The house was empty, beds stripped of their linens, closet shelves bare. But in the midst of this desolate...
— She traced over of the initials engraved on the top of the dark, chestnut wood jewelry box, LMS. She glanced down at the inscription, though she knew that she could...
— Desert Prison By Peri Gordon, 10 Water is gold in the desert It’s a superhero Or the last ticket to the show that is life. I’ve been lost here for...
— He runs with his sneakers kicking up gravel, his knees pumping, his hips and chest drawn out with sharp intakes of breath. He is a free man, he is a...
— September, the month when seasons change, When emerald leaves turn to burnt copper. A lonely breeze meandering, like a lonely child, pining for home. September, when I open the cracked...
— A Different Kind of Chapter Alice Myers, 10 Imagine life as a book. A really interesting book. There are those chapters that make you smile, but there are also chapters...
— Light at the End of the Tunnel Chloe Chan, 12 Watching the paint dry on a wall is really boring. But this is how I feel during quarantine at home...
— An update from our twentienth Weekly Writing Workshop! A summary of the workshop held on Friday August 14, plus some of the output published below This week, the last in...
— Mia sat down at the kitchen table, but it felt empty with her brother in the hospital. Cancer ruined even the best meals, with lush red tomatoes stuffed with taboule...
— A long black veil covered her pretty face. She clutched a photograph of him smiling. She was mourning. The features of her face could be seen only when you approached...