Fiction
Back and forth his arm shook to pull flame from flint as he cursed a delicate “damn” and continued his onslaught of quick movements. His actions screamed, a spark, anything, please. He believed the Boy Scouts to project an institutionalized hyper-masculinity which countered the neutral, introverted qualities of great intellectuals since the beginning of time
Tess Gerritsen always longed to be a writer, however, her family had reservations about such a career choice. This made her turn to a career in medicine- which brought brilliant accuracy to her novels. She graduated from Stanford University in 1975, armed with a BA in anthropology. She furthered her education at the University of California,
Intipucá, El Salvador – 1981 Gabriella inhaled sharply, as the tropical breeze blew her long black hair around her face. She squinted up at the house she had known for 16 years ago, and the life she was about to leave behind. Her mother was yelling nearby, trying to get her grandchildren in order as she
Today I found myself in a rose garden. Families, groups, and couples milled around, gawking at the nature that they would have destroyed otherwise. Little kids ran around shrieking, not fully appreciating their surroundings, the housewives were proudly ignoring their children, counting their daily steps on their iPhones. And I was the wallflower, observing as
(this is part two! read part one here) I threw up in the bushes and got lost in the forest trying to get out so I could find you again. I ate something bad. Something…really…really bad. I felt the bile rise in my throat again and saw the vomit spew out of my mouth on
TW: eating disorders, drug abuse In the winter of 2012, the Mouse King sold me drugs behind Greene Theatre on Hill Street. It was a freezing, sharp-toothed winter. A slush winter that rawed the tip of my nose and my cheekbones, made hair grow on my spine, downy, like fur, my wasting body trying to
I hold the world in my hands, cautiously. Fearing its destruction or slightest disfigurement. I wrap my feeble little fingers around the world, shielding it from the horrors of my race. But I fail. I fail and I disappoint. The deeds of those more powerful than me abuse the very hands identical to them. They
The water pushed me down further as I was trying so helplessly to fight it. I kicked. Over and over again, waiting for the single wave of oxygen to engulf my pressured lungs. I could no longer hold my breath in the hopes that I could somehow be saved. I subconsciously opened my mouth, begging for
The raindrops fall through the leaves and land on my back. I can’t feel the cold, even though I know I must be freezing. All I can feel is the rain, but I can’t bring myself to care. I can’t feel the cold…all I feel is the rain. I know I’ve said this to you
One night a friend told me of a show about “guy who realizes he is gay”. I was so ready to be disappointed with a cliché plot, but I decided to watch a couple of episodes. One week later I was finishing the last episode of the last season, crying and everything. The comedy-drama show
Contains references to drug abuse and death. She stood in the corner of the small café. She didn’t want to sit down. No. If she sat, she’d fidget. If she sat, maybe it’d make it obvious what she was feeling. She let her small fingers curl around the coffee cup, and she’d take tentative
In a three month late cheers to the airing of the first U.K. Skins, “Tony” aired as the pilot for the British teen drama Skins. In a decade that was glossed over with regrettable pop culture moments, the rise and fall of low rise jeans, naughty political scandals, and a wave of entrancing teen dramas-
