The silence is deafening, torturous, and uncoincidental. I can...
prose
“Sometimes, I think about our lives together,” I say....
My love. My love. Come back to me. I’m...
Who am I to you? I’d like to say...
By: Charlene Frett He lays his head against my...
I suddenly feel his warm breath on my neck,...
*Warning: for matured audiences only. This is a complete...
His fingers caress the skin on her back, tracing...
I’m aware of what they think of me. I’m...
I’m going to be vulnerable. It’s no longer a...
I’ve been trying to write something that further defines...
I’m sitting on the couch with my legs spread...
Legs shiver as if drenched in ice water. A...
Winter fell in the house. AC was on full...
It’s a cruel scene, a tragedy to feel such...
People underestimate my intelligence. Scratch that. People don’t underestimate...
There is this roar inside her body, a ghastly...
He’s leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom with...
