Oh oh o-woah oh. Imaginary friend, let’s sneak out tonight. Let’s pretend neither of us are people. You can be Stardapple, I’ll be Moonleaf, we can prowl like black cats down the sidewalks, to the park. We can climb up the playground poles, we can hang upside down from the slides. In the wood chipsContinue reading “My Imaginary Friend”
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The Game of Life
I would like to thank all participants of this game for letting me adapt it for this post:) *** Meet Cadence Doyle: she has a job as a comedian in Las Vegas, stage name: Marian Marquette. Meet Griselda Last: she’s British, parents Knot and Greta. She goes to college to major in illustration. Meet Freddie:Continue reading “The Game of Life”
Unrequited Crush Number Seventy-something
You pick number seventy-two-or-something, because it sounds like an accurately large number without over-exaggerating too much. Though if you work out the math, five-plus years of crushes, one guy for five seconds passed in a hallway, another for a month across the school cafeteria…five-plus years, an average between millions of seconds and 12 months aContinue reading “Unrequited Crush Number Seventy-something”
From, New York
Give me a piece of your soul So I can go Worlds away And always keep a dream of you with me, Whispering, “Everything’s going to work out okay.” — No home can keep me safe So I’m running After a feeling, nameless, But it lights up my heart so bright It can cast theContinue reading “From, New York”
Happy Phoenix
Hi people, I will be taking a break for like a week after this post. Causes include: vacation + burnout. Bye. — Happy phoenix, a falling star above the city, crash landing to a skyscraper. An impromptu rooftop nest, the absolute best for gasping out her last breaths. A falling star sputtering, feathers of flameContinue reading “Happy Phoenix”
Can you hear the violence?
Yes, I stole this line from a Lorde song. No, this poem has nothing to do with “The Louvre.” — thunder bones by midnight, I can be a cannon too; however tired and styrofoamed in silence I sit, my ribs beat for violence. I can wake the sleeping suburbs with my scream rip up theirContinue reading “Can you hear the violence?”
Chekhov’s Gun: How I figured out a backwards concept
The basic principle of Chekhov’s gun: if you show a gun hanging above a fireplace in the first act, it sure better get used by the conclusion of the story. It’s a clear illustration of foreshadowing, and using all elements of a story for a precise purpose, and not giving false promises to the reader.Continue reading “Chekhov’s Gun: How I figured out a backwards concept”
What Inspires You?
I wanted to write an article about how I find inspiration for my novels and stories. But inspiration’s a mysterious, hard-to-bottle feeling; I can’t just write “5 tips to inspire yourself” because that’s like “5 tips to bottle the sunrise.” A single, bottled moment can’t contain the whole process, can’t hold all the reasons whyContinue reading “What Inspires You?”
Simple Reminders
Dear reader: thank you in advance for allowing me to express my frustrations about a relatively simple event in my life. — Hey, familia, I didn’t like the movie you dragged me to go watch with you. Hey, family, just because I didn’t like it, doesn’t make it okay for you to bash my opinion,Continue reading “Simple Reminders”
Random things that make me cry
I don’t know why, but lately I’ve been in a mood called “feel like crying.” At the finale of a tv series at coming home from my brother’s soccer game that he won at a graphic novel at a song at waking up at thinking about this summer, this August, the prospect of my siblings’Continue reading “Random things that make me cry”
Jordyn Saelor 