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The Little Clock
The Little Clock written by: Elizabeth Berg The little clock on my nightstand Going tick, tick, tick...
This is What Happens When You Write Too Often
This is What Happens When You Write Too Often written by: Derrick R. Lafayette - My days mimic the sky during the months when the green leaves fade...
Gambling the New Beginning
Gambling the New Beginning written by: George Gad Economou New Year’s Day, minutes past midnight. alone in...
Kafka On My Cuffs
Kafka On My Cuffs written by: TheHumanAnvil I often notice that the night Is right time for...
Vacancy
Vacancy written by: John Patrick Robbins I keep calling without a single reply. Sometimes, I go by...
Sana
Sana written by: Justine Engelbrecht - He drove towards the open plain on the southern tip of his reserve, a glorious...
The Wheels on the Bus
The Wheels on the Bus written by: Joel Bryant - Today, of all days, I was hoping the trip home would be hassle-free...
Crossroads
Crossroads written by: Joseph Amendolare Bean-pole rusted streetlamps Shards of multi-colored glass, potholes. A bus shelter; thin...
Lone Runner
Bouleversant Lone Runner written by: Gerry Stefanson wolves, everything has purpose who gores first wolves, purpose has...
All Too Much
All Too Much written by: Edward L. Canavan it is not the only the sorrow that weighs...
The Rise and Fall of Mr Cruel
The Rise and Fall of Mr Cruel written by: Haji SM - You say the nicest things, that I’m a good-for-nothing runt. I’ll show you, Mother...
Snowscape
Snowscape written by: Angel Edwards a man clad in bulky black clothing walks stealthily across a huge...
The Lonely Hour
The Lonely Hour written by: Sarfraz Ahmed There is a loneliness So deep that it penetrates To...
