Tick Tock | Dahika Ahmed

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Amara’s eyes were closed as she listened to the ever constant sound of the clock. Tick. … More

The Last Day of November | Grace Hovda

please excuse my absence on the last day of november i’m not sick, not on the road, not out of … More

the long days grew to long nights summer sun turned to autumn wind worn out t-shirts became well loved sweaters … More

There’s a knock on the door. The man raises his head in suspicion, rubbing the drowsiness out of his eyes. … More

I invented the James Webb telescope, so you can imagine my surprise when I learned that NASA built it without … More

At the top the trees were like grass, and all things felled were imperceptible. The first step took a lifetime … More

at summer’s crest the sun beats down on its treasury: the flowers in zeal and the flesh of fruit that … More

How To Play the Victim How to grow out your hair, and then cut it all of yourself

There’s an effortless beauty that surrounds those that sleep; when their face muscles relax and they have no concern for … More

My human form has not felt quite right lately; a floral form feels a better fit. I stare at my … More

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