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Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Humor: 9 of 70
My life is constant stress right now. The LSAT is today and I'm clenched with dread at thought of having to retake it. The worst part is, I haven't told my boyfriend-who's a lawyer-that I want to be a lawyer. Bascially, it never came up in conversation. I guess he just figured I'd be a receptionist forever and never ask abou... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Experimental fiction: Dialogue only: 4 of 27
Give My Regards to Manhattan... "We have to talk." "I don't want to talk about it." "There's no not talking about it. We have to talk about it." "Don't say we' like you and I. Don't generalize. I don't want to talk about it." "You have to. Becauseit's getting too hard." "What?" "This. Our situation. Right here and right now.... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Having a bad day: 18 of 106
A Very Bad Conference Day The bus flashes by a row of townhouses and makes a sharp right turn. I lose grip of the holding bar that was keeping me in place, but am pushed against my best friend, Mae, who is barely hanging on to the overhead strap. She tightly buckles me close to her with one arm just as the bus makes an abrup... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Wedding stories: 7 of 36
Their Wedding. They kissed. They sealed the deal. It's over. I need to accept that fact that they're married as of now. I didn't accept it when I was sitting in an old fashioned, un-cushioned, wooden pew during the ceremony; I didn't accept it during the limo ride to the reception hall; I kind of accepted it during cocktail ... More..
Creative Writing > Novel Excerpts Novel excerpts: Laughter: 1 of 5
I never thought stalking would be so difficult. Apparently, stalking is all about pacing yourself, watching, waiting. But there's no time to pace this morning not for me, anyway. I have an hour to catch the mailman at the post office before he leaves for his route; I need to ask him if I can get my mail early. It's August 15... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Relationships: 46 of 195
Seriously, what went wrong? Not just with me, but with my girls, too. The three of us are sitting in our usual booth at the restaurant. We're all nursing fine, liquor drinks. I swivel my eletric pink cosmopolitan, a frown slitting my face. Blondie is next to me. She sighs, lifts her tumbler to her pulp, red lips and sighs ag... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Reflecting on your life: 85 of 195
What do you do when you hit a roadblock in life? Do you settle for the first thing that comes along? Do you pack up and run? Do you gaze up at the cosmic set And as God if you can have your life back? Do you spin the globe and pick a green space And where your finger lands determines your new place? Or do you stay here layin... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Pain from love: 53 of 112
I tear myself from an intriguing manuscript to peer up at the clock that's perched over the door frame. Taylor should be here by now, we always have lunch together on Tuesdays. But for one reason or another, he's fifteen minutes late. Well-it figures-it's his week to pay for lunch. There's a knock on the door. "Come in, Tayl... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Breaking up: 17 of 30
Give My Regards to Manhattan I force my eyes open and sit up. The sun's rays stream in through the vertical slits in the curtain shades, they create an image of jail bars on the wooden floor. Stretching out my arms, I look down at Jon. One of his arms is wrapped around his pillow, the other is spread out on the void half of ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Relationships: 277 of 451
Why does it happen this way? Why do I make mistakes? And then my relationships end with every word my mouth makes. Why does my heart mean to go bold? But instead I seem so cold And there's a sudden shift in my world. I fail, sometimes I think, time and again. I seem to fail out of pleasure It seems I love to hurt my friends.... More..