2024 April
No Written Ways
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“There are no written ways to arrive at this.” It was said out loud to no one as I was passing the Strand Bookstore, 12th Street at Broadway. Was it synchronicity that it was in front of a bookstore? There… Continue Reading →
“There are no written ways to arrive at this.” Thomas thought. Hopelessly running from room to room, trying every door, and window. He screamed and yelled hoping that someone could hear him, but his calls were made in vain as… Continue Reading →
There are no written ways to arrive at this,No map, no plan, no path to trace.Only the pounding of your heart,Pulling you in each direction. In the silence the beating is overwhelming,Urging you to make this turn or go that… Continue Reading →
“There are no written ways to arrive at this,” Charles Tully said, “but I know, I know for a fact, Ben’s not… From around here.” It was near closing time at the comic book shop on the corner of Fifth… Continue Reading →
“There are no written ways to arrive at this.”But, the answer is to express by joining handspressed against the keys, my fantasy is expressed with bliss.Sounds push past the warm air of bands. At a young 200 years old, its… Continue Reading →
Dreams of a Broken WidowThere are no written ways to arrive at this.As the words get stuck on my tongue,and all of my feelings seem to be amiss. Whenever I am around you, I feel pure bliss,but your words pierced… Continue Reading →
There are no written ways to arrive at this.No imagination can create this mess.The way he flipped my life left me amiss,And all he cared about was his success. I could have never predicted how cruel,He pushed away who he… Continue Reading →
Life in the Hands of Hades There are no written ways to arrive at this.A pit so deep, it can only be compared to tartarus.Mountains rise, yet I remain low.Caught in a panic, or life’s slow flow. A rollercoaster of… Continue Reading →
“It will be easy money!” says the native doctor, Babatunde, right as he passed me the charm I was going to use to marry the king’s daughter. Growing up in my village my family and I have lived like paupers… Continue Reading →
“It will be easy money!” said Tom with delight, his ears flopping up and down as he bounced on my bed. A little stuffing leaked from his head and drifted in the still air like a snowflake down to the… Continue Reading →
It will be easy money!” Chloe says. “It’s a scam, Chloe.” “Potato potato.” The thought of scamming innocent people never bothered her before. Everyone is just running on learned programs anyways. “You are crazy.” “Well, we already knew that.” “You’re… Continue Reading →
“It will be easy money, this is your only chance?” And that’s what started the worst undercover I ever experienced. “You’ll be going undercover and infiltrating the Black Lotus clan. Once infiltrated you’ll need to blend in as if all… Continue Reading →
“It will be easy money!” they said, I think to myself. They never said anything about kidnapping an autistic kid though, did they, I add sarcastically. I look down at the seven-year-old kid who just wants to play on his… Continue Reading →
“It will be easy money!” That’s what they say.Unfortunately false, to my dismay.They don’t understand-I’m the one with blood on my hands. It’s like a game to them:Queen takes the pawn.Their lives go untouched by the Mayhem.They sit on their… Continue Reading →
“It will be easy money!” says my grandma over the phone. “All you have to do is watch my precious little baby Cupcake at my house for the weekend and I’ll give you a little extra cash for your pocket!”… Continue Reading →
“It will be easy money!” My friend Amanda holds up the poster that she made last night for me to see. On the poster it says, ‘Homemade bracelets! $2 for a premade bracelet or $3 for a special order!’ As… Continue Reading →
Monday, 11:14 PM. “It will be easy money!” Collie says in a stage whisper-like tone, trying to get the point across. Emphasized, yet subtle.“I know— I know, give me a goddamn second to think.” Trip asserts, in an effort to… Continue Reading →
“It will be easy money!” The sign reads as my eyes catch it. It’s so rare that a flyer on the street actually catches my attention, but this one does. The bright pink sign stapled to the pole makes me… Continue Reading →
“It will be easy money,” they say with a sigh, a path chosen hastily, a soul’s silent cry.I am a girl with empty eyes and a full bag, a full chest but not much to the rest.Skin and bones, a… Continue Reading →
It will be easy money! I said to myself as I headed toward the small brick house. The familiar, distinct smell of cookies abruptly wasted towards me as I waltzed up the tall steep driveway. The cardinal that always seemed… Continue Reading →