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Together

At first, the impulse felt kind of itchy, like my gut had tied a ribbon around itself a gentle lick of a cat's tongue. Creating a light friction that...
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An Abstraction of Queer Shame

She did it for me, Without rhyme or reason, Unlocked my love for women in the pit of my stomach. Let it spread with a sunset of purple mirth through...
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A Summer Story (Work in Progress)

A fluster of dark brown hair pruned into a bowl cut bounced upon my forehead in a springy buoyant rhythm, each leap compounding my knee against the...
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If Tears Had Color

If tears had color Would we paint the walls? Flood the ocean? Waves of rainbow wrawl? Would they be thick, like blood? Stinking of human pain, Would...
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My Place in America

I guess that’s going to be a complicated answer. Yet there are many perquisites that need to be defined. What is America? A place? A manmade...
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"whats up?"

11th March 2018 I reunited with a good friend of mine today. She's a year younger. She has not change much, the same person, the same heart but...

Unexpected

Its 10th of March 2018, After a few years of living, I wish to not have a heart. I have hated my heart because of feeling emotions. But then, He...

emo rambling

another not edited rambling piece. written in the midst of an emotional crisis. obviously suicide and self harm trigger warnings.

The Toad

Jeff was a grotesque bloke. Perhaps a glutton too. Excessive consumption perhaps not in the way of money or the atypical sense, but in the form of...

The Day of a Nurse

I had just clocked in and already I was thrown into a world of chaos. The waiting room was almost full and more were flooding in. My hands took on a...