Venus Flytrap
Contributed by Marcia Vojcsik
Come into my cell
Make yourself at home, dear friend
Contributed by Marcia Vojcsik
Come into my cell
Make yourself at home, dear friend
Contributed by Lauren Belcher
The bathroom was small. The walls were a cream color with black and red etchings that flowed from the ceiling to the floor tile. A bright red shag rug stretched out on the floor. On the wall, next to the shower, there was a giant mirror above the sink.
Contributed by Lauren Belcher
The feelings overwhelm me so I go inside.
Inside is where she hides, if I can find her.
Contributed by Emily Hoover
As I sit alone on my front porch, blanketed by darkness, smoking cigarettes naked, I am prompted—even compelled—to gaze outward, through the trees and into the window of my neighbor’s house.
Contributed by Aaron Turner
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It was dark outside. The flickering lights did little to illuminate the streets. The scream of sirens in the distance occasionally broke the silence.