Tradition | #9

Tradition | #9

“It’s tradition,” Buri repeats. “Like, what do you want me to do about it?” “I don’t know, Kels. It’s not like we can help,” Cheri scratched at her head. Kella huffed, her knees drawn up to her chest, her dark eyes dull in the glow of the firelight. The campfire was...
Hydration | #8

Hydration | #8

“You need to stay well hydrated,” Sari scolded. She unscrewed the cap from a fresh bottle of water and promptly emptied it over her best friend. “Honestly!” Muriel cracked a smile, wincing when it pulled her crackly skin a bit too taut at the corners. “Sorry—kinda...
Breakout | #7

Breakout | #7

Leona groaned, drooping in the mirror’s reflection as she saw the bright red pimple on her forehead. Still glaringly obvious in spite of the four different home remedies she’d tried. “Stupid, stupid, stupid,” she muttered, half to herself. But it wasn’t the first time...
Quartz | #6

Quartz | #6

“Quartz? You mean, like a piece of rock?” Jodie rubbed the back of her head, expression mirroring the absolute confusion she felt at her father’s question. “What’s that got to do with anything?” “You can manipulate it,...
Fresh | Prompt #1

Fresh | Prompt #1

“Fresh,” Anne muttered, holding up the sagging bouquet of flowers. “Fresh like—a daisy!” She forced a smile and tried to add the cheery note to her voice that Susanna always used. It didn’t work. Her voice echoed hollowly in the old cabin. Shoulders slumped, head...
Force (Microessay)

Force (Microessay)

Don’t let me force my light on you. Please. Don’t let me. Cover your eyes if you must. Shield yourself from the brightness I cannot contain, for it is a quick flame and I am only to blame. Such fleeting moments of delight and passion burn deep, searing...
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