Poetry

Lined paper with the word "dear" written in cursive and a fountain pen next to it

0 (0) I write it not for reassurance but as proof– a letter to my future self, as fragile as my heart in solitude, writing in this dimly lit room. ...

Fiction

A fishmonger's shop with the title Howard and Son
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The Codfish Carbuncle CaseThe Codfish Carbuncle Case: Chapter 1 The Codfish Carbuncle Case: Chapter 2 0 (0) An hour later, all five people were at the ...

Nonfiction

A dark subway car with sun shadows shining on orange and white seats.

0 (0) The roar of the train coming to a halt filled my ears as I walked down the steps for the first time at sixteen.  My body tensed at ...

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  • Lined paper with the word "dear" written in cursive and a fountain pen next to it
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    0 (0) I write it not for reassurance but as proof– a letter to my future self, as fragile as my heart in solitude, writing in this dimly lit room. It’s light enough to crumble in my trembling hands, but its truth and vulnerability defeat my urge to destroy it. So I fold it gently ...
  • A fishmonger's shop with the title Howard and Son
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    The Codfish Carbuncle CaseThe Codfish Carbuncle Case: Chapter 1 The Codfish Carbuncle Case: Chapter 2 0 (0) An hour later, all five people were at the police station, talking over one another. “He is a thief!” the thin man exclaimed. “I swear on my life, I’m not!” Sawyer yelled. “Sawyer’s an honest guy; he’d never ...
  • Image of a cabin in Maine on the ocean overlooking a sunset
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    0 (0) Why do these walls torment me, their screams vicious and never-ending, So shrill in my ears, consuming my vision until my eyes become blurry? What unnerving secrets do they hold that demand my attention? They’re filled to the brim, stuffed with memory after memory. They’ve seen every part of my life, from my ...
  • A digital drawing of two figures. One says: "I am." The other responds, "Who says?"
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    Eat My Scraps, PleaseDear Me Are You There? I Called Him Scraps. LovING IT! All Things Begin Some Where 0 (0) “…Come on Down to Stimmy’s Cafe! Where the coffee is hot but your feet are hotter — When you’re dancing with a zombie on the sun, When you’re *staring down the barrel of a ...
  • The image shows the color of the dawn sky above the western horizon
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    0 (0) Dawn’s curtain opens.I hear a cascade of lightGently greet my eyes –A symphony of all thingsThat belong beyond the dark. Editor: Erynn Crittenden
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