Like Air

Writing Prompt Two: So this is what it means to drown. Before our adventure begins, the beginning must be told. When I met him I was quiet, internal, mindfully collected in a strong, elegant sort of way. I had dedicated so much of my efforts to becoming a pillar of womanly independence that I had […]

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It Begins

Writing Prompt One: When I dreamed of the desert I never imagined it with snow. Yet here we are; hot sand beneath our feet and crystal flakes falling from they sky… I’m really starting to wonder if Colorado is such a very real place, after all. Sand dunes fill the horizon to the north of […]

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April 30, 1975

“Bao, wake up. Don’t fuss. Hurry. We must go!” The muffled restraint of my mother’s voice woke me from a dream. A dream I had many times pondered over in the morning after. A dream of flight, of rush. A dream just like this moment. Through foggy eyes I watched her dress my sisters without […]

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Numb

Each dip of the paddle into the crystalline waters of this arctic river sends droplets of melting ice to my cheeks, the frost of frozen air crowding on my eye lashes. My feet rest against this bottom of the humble vessel of wood and metal, the grains within the boards highlighted with white, icy trails. […]

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Jack London

Her eyes bounce along the lines of the menu. It’s edges shielding her face, but for those magnificent brown eyes, soft, encompassing eye brows, and gently wrinkled forehead. She seems perplexed by something she’s reading. My own eyes scan the menu, searching for an answer to the question which lingers on that tanned forehead.   […]

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Pearls

When you get to her age you discover life becomes more about the routine of birth and death. And while she’s experienced the first she often sits alone in the dark of her living room waiting to experience the last.   A ringing telephone becomes the pistol in a game of Russian roulette; whether her […]

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New Seas

To say he had soulful eyes would be an injustice. Rather, they were a milky green. A clouded visage of perhaps an even more clouded history. They were deep, but murky; cold, but inviting. They tempted me into worlds I could not control, into a flight of passion I could not contain.   But I […]

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Elastic by Tegon Maus

Inspired by Writing Prompt One Hundred and Seven: The elastic on his waistband was frayed, adding one more pleasantry to this awful business. I love my job but sometimes… let’s just say… some days are harder than others.   A few years ago, in late October I had a major remodel to a house out […]

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Leapin’ Lethargy by Andrew Call

Inspired by Writing Prompt One Hundred and Thirteen: The window stood open and all I had to do was jump. Pickled between inevitable pain and ambiguous salvation, most people choose to fly. Faith in a foxhole for the avid atheist kind of stuff. In that brief limbo, the desperation to escape one’s burning building overcomes […]

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Worldly

  I don’t know where I’m going, but I assure you I am going. You cannot stop me; hold fast my boots to this tainted, soiled ground. I was meant to conquer the stars and eat cheese. Flowers are to tickle my nose. Languages are to baffle my brain. Yes, it is true. I may […]

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