I am still here writing shitty poetry and you were bought like art and gone like fleeting moments that mean nothing until after you move on. I closed my mouth and tasted our lies, opened it again to raise my voice and I watched it climb over you. I wrote to you after I left, [...]
Category: Creative Nonfiction
Oblivion
My first attempt at a creative nonfiction contest. The rules were that the piece had to be creative nonfiction, and it had to come in at 1500 words or less, I think mine was pretty close to that. Enjoy Oblivion, and I'd love to hear your thoughts in the comments. Oblivion Someone making an unsuccessful [...]
We Never Made The Headlines – Stephanie Bennett-Henry
I was born beautiful. I was born capable of conquering the world with tiny feet and cheeks blushed over with dreams. Chunky monkey, you have it all. I believed it. I believed in everything. Hands filled with stars that I threw up in the sky myself... and I watched the first one fall when [...]
It was always yours
Enter with a happy heart and clean feet. You broke that battle before it broke you. Don't ever let it back in. Walk down hallways and remember. You have taken back what they had stolen. It was always yours. Welcome home. © Nicole Lyons 2016
Let It Burn – Jason King
I'm sitting outside....gazing at the night sky....counting stars....I’ve always had a love affair with them....it’s quiet....except for the crickets....and this large dog on the other side of a fence barking at me....I bite back dammit....this makes me think also I'm actually a little excited for my nervous breakdown....I’m only half joking about this.... mainly because [...]
January – N.R. Shepherd
I dug up a notebook, and blew off the ashes. With my hands in my pockets, and my chin tucked to my chest, I took a stroll through the pages of opiate abuse, and lusting a harlot. Walking this gravel lane of memories, no wonder I ended up dangling from an extension cord. [...]
Moonlight – Matthew D. Eayre
I was asked by someone long ago what I wanted to be at two years old I wanted to be a goat, at six an FBI agent, at nine an author, at ten invisible, at eleven dead. At twelve I wanted to run away, at thirteen I wanted to be somebody's child, at fourteen [...]
Branded From Birth – Robbie J. Sherrah
The first time I heard those words, I wondered who was suffering more, backward, forward motion, dizzy, a diagnosis of confetti paper, a bedroom and a wall to draw on, chalk walls and demons to entertain, gagging out of mannequins mouths, choking me, choking them, one by one, pleasing me, pleasing them, I [...]
My Manic Mind: The Ride of a Lifetime
I am thrilled to be on Feminine Collective with one of my favourite pieces. If you've ever wondered what a manic mind feels like, take a peek but buckle up, it gets pretty bumpy inside my head. I have bipolar disorder and sometimes, well sometimes, I think I’m blessed because of it. Now I’m not [...]
Amnesia
Just for tonight let’s forget to remember how we hurled our words, like bottles filled with hate smashing against the walls of each other’s hearts, and how we delighted in the little cuts we made. Just for tonight let’s forget to remember how we poked those little cuts, grinding filth in deep, and how [...]
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