The Weather Outside My Window | Kristen Boudreau

I can’t see the weather outside my window right now because the blinds are closed, which they always are. My … More

In the Room | Krystal Koski

On the windowsill, tickled by winter air that sneaks through the loose panes of old glass stands the ceramic mug … More

The two of us were sitting at a coffee shop, one we had visited years ago when we were together. … More

I sit at my table in the atrium, surrounded by students doing homework, just like me, the rustle of their … More

The days grow colder once again It seems time never forgets its merciless routine All that’s happened since time before … More

Some days just feel like existence is kept in permanent limbo. Like the time lingering between when the leaves have … More

Looking around and seeing the vivid colors of all different types of flowers that blossom. Vision. Seeing and recognizing the … More

I am enveloped by a comforter as I lay myself to rest. As I turn to my side, my mass … More

She watches him deteriorate through the screen of her phone, his words tearing himself down because he believes he isn’t … More

I have a good friend named Ed. Now, Ed isn’t always the nicest person, but he simply wants what’s best … More

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