Original Creative Writing

Out Back – Short Story

I didn’t get much mail, making the white, crumbled envelope crammed under my heavy door more exciting. There were globs of orange the same shade as my hair all over the outside, with my name sprawled across in large calligraphy, Ava “Teamkill” Jackson. I hadn’t seen my full name in…

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Good Cover – Short Story

Brianna stares at the middle-aged bank representative in a black polo and dress pants asking for her parents, then looks just left of his bearded face into the tall bushes of big red hibiscus flowers for a good lie…

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Duck, Duck, Goose – Short Story

Short but wide red mushrooms peak out from under fanning brown leaves, bright spots enlivening the regular, dreary gray mountainside so familiar to those of the small but familial city of Winderscot. Traditionally, dark log cabins dot the valleys clear of the towering dark oak trees that make up most…

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A Glimpse of More – Short Story

The door slams. A second, softer thump following signals the flimsy screen door hitting the frame with a subtle screech as the metal lock snaps into place. Less than two minutes later the old door creaks open again, and the sound’s parade repeats. Soft footsteps from the first floor can…

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Fate’s Game – Short Story

A tawny colored hand, slim and poised, reaches out and tugs a slim red tie down into a firmer knot. “Mom!” Ryan coughs and reaches up to where his starched, white collar is flared up, touching his chin…

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Present – Short Story

A dark shape moved with the heavy sheets of rain. I counted the vague swirls marching down the sidewalk, reveling in the flood. The huge oak trees across from our building sat in pools, completely immersed to their roots. The shadows paraded down west 142nd street in a show of…

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Congratulations – Poem

You’ve won the lottery! What are the chances of birth? One in a million- you are alive.  Enjoy the stinging pain of loneliness. Feed upon your crippling self-doubt, confronted by questions you can never answer. Cherish the growing aches of your imperfect form. Drink in the stench of needless death…

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Drop Out – Short Story

It’s late in the afternoon as Clark types furiously on his laptop, air conditioner blasting loudly in the background trying to battle the hot and humid Florida fall. The old house groans occasionally with its age, and the cat hits the creaky spots on every stair on his way down,…

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Carrion – Poem

Its small form gradually gets bigger as it swoops lower and lower, approaching its target. The trees scarcely decorating the parking lot cut off line of sight as the ground approaches rapidly. Landed perched on the open lid like an ornate flag topper. Its eight-foot wingspan allowing it to lord…

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