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What Should I Give Up
By Alex Fosnaugh What should I give up, And what shouldn’t I give up? You had the Voice of a Siren Lovely sweet melodies Whispers of a time yet to come It was only when, that Voice was taken Away And the sweet melodies faded away into the ether That I was thrust back into reality In the name of the almighty, What should I give up? Drunken lies of my lovesick heart Only fed by withdrawal Can you hear it beg? Do you see the threads of my heart Scattered across the ground Down o
Alex Fosnaugh
Feb 41 min read
Gentle Tug
By Alex Fosnaugh The first time I saw you, I felt a gentle tug. There was a string Pulling me closer. Inviting me in Wanting me to know you. The second time I met you, I felt a calm familiarity. That tug became dragging, The gentle pulling became a lasso. The string began to loop around us. The third time I met you, I was expecting it. Because by that point You were mine. The string had tied a knot, All we needed to do was reach out And interlock our hands.
thewritersblockjou
Feb 41 min read
Stoltsera
By Alex Fosnaugh A crow flew wildly into the periphery of my vision. As if he planned it, he uses my surprise to gain easy access to his favorite pecking spot, my forehead. He tugs a bit at the crown wrapped comfortably around my skull. I wildly swat at him for a minute before my stubborn wife, Ailbhe, bursts out into a fit of laughter. One last attempt to best my enemy ends with him flying away. My dear friend, Stolt, is likely finding another victim to pester with his non
Alex Fosnaugh
Feb 43 min read
I Hope Death is Kind
A poem by Alex Fosnaugh I hope death is kind I hope that his embrace Is gentle Soft, pure Like how if feels when your hand brushes my skin I hope death will carry me Into the great unknown Like I'm a gift That his eyes look down on me Like I'm the greatest thing in the world I hope when he picks me up I can only think of you Your sweet embrace The way your hand would squeeze me if I dared tried to leave I hope he cradles my soul Like a precious gem And that he w
Alex Fosnaugh
Jan 211 min read
Prompt: "Tell me the cost of boredom"
An opinion piece by Kat Kellogg I hate AI with a burning passion. I have no shame in admitting my bias against it. I understand AI has its place in life-changing research like medicine and engineering; however, for the average person using it, generative AI does nothing an adult human cannot do. AI is unstimulating, boring, unimaginative, and lifeless. I go to college to study marketing, which I am passionate about. At 10am on a Monday, I filled my bloodstream with caffeine
Kat Kellogg
Jan 75 min read
Longing
A poem by Anonymous I want to love you Like a breeze of cool air Like a lonely sailor kissing land Without a care I want to love you I see you everywhere The sky or through the tree I wish to sit and stare Or love you softly It's your will, and if I dare I'll kiss you slowly I feel it's only fair Let me love you once more I'll show you that I care
Anonymous Author
Jan 71 min read
Solemn
A photograph by Ace Courtad
Ace Courtad
Jan 71 min read
Antler in the Mud
A nonfiction piece by Ace Courtad I stared out the backseat window of my mother's car as we drove through the narrow, winding roads of the countryside. I had the window down and the scent of Earth filled my lungs. We were on the way to visit my Aunt Sandy and Uncle Junior over the weekend. They both lived in a small, single-story house in rural Ohio, nestled between patches of woods and rolling hills of plowed fields. Though they were both in their late 70s, Sandy had becom
Ace Courtad
Jan 716 min read
Alcarus
A short story by Alayna Rasler Look, I had nothing to do with my father creating AI, I was just asked to test his creation. My father is an inventor, and when he comes across a problem, he’s going to create a solution for everyone. So when I told him that I, someone who wants to be a doctor, didn’t want to have to read a whole book and write a two page paper about it for my eleventh grade English class, he was determined to make something so I didn’t have to. And who would
Alayna Rasler
Jan 72 min read
Distance
A poem by Josiah Findley Every day I think of you. And every single day I Imagine what we could go and see. I want to, yet we can’t. The distance travelled just to Have a 3-hour drive to wait I just don’t want to wait, And I try to remind you, that every drive I make to, Feels too long for I Because the drive just can’t Show the one I come to see Every drive excites me to see But it also makes me wait. The length says I can’t, But I want to be with you. The number of miles th
Josiah Findley
Jan 71 min read
Fog
A poem by Josiah Findley I'm so confused, understanding not met The answers I seek pull further away There are so many thoughts I cannot forget. My feelings falling in some sort of debt Where hope feels beyond the bay I'm so confused, understanding not met My mind flies through thoughts like a jet Each one hurts more day by day There are so many thoughts I cannot forget. My fingers disappeared, the fog has set My hands feel numb reaching through dismay I'm so confused, unders
thewritersblockjou
Jan 71 min read
The Foreboding Forest
A poem by Bella Heisler As she advanced through the moonlit woods, Too aware of the past gnawing at her heel She treaded carefully through the intertwining falsehoods Of wounds only she could heal.
Bella Heisler
Jan 71 min read
Shallow Waters
A poem by Sierra Mansfield That day in the sun felt like a lifetime of happiness My sunhat barely covered my squinting eyes My mother held me in the shallow water While my father watched from the grass The chlorine from the pool irritated my nostrils As the children splashed and swam freely My mother looked at me with deep thoughts of Love and admiration as she held me This was the last good memory I Have of my mother I never knew what went wrong Was it the fighting? The lies
Sierra Mansfield
Jan 71 min read
Dead Personality
A play by Sarah Nieukirk Dead Personality Cast Rich Bitch____The Tall One Sir Gay____The Short One Kernel Nut____The Old One Sir Bastard____The Young One Spoiled Gurl____The Pretty One Miss Fortune & ?____The Insane One Mr. Corpse____Allen the Head (Everyone except Sir Gay is sitting. Sir Gay walks in, and Rich Bitch gets up to greet him) Rich Bitch: Thank you for joining us, Sir Gay. Sir Gay: Of course, Lady Bitch. I wouldn't miss your birthday for anything. (Under his breat
Sarah Nieukirk
Jan 75 min read
Trunk-o-Treat
A short story by Sarah Nieukirk It was a dark night. Halloween night to be exact. One lone teenager was preparing for this special occasion. Ryan was his name, and he wore red horns and held a pitchfork. On his chest was a neon vest. This vest was important because Ryan would soon be the protector of a small gaggle of trick-or-treaters. As Ryan finished preparing, he went through the list of the trick-or-treaters in his head: Stacy, Will, Mindy, Aiden, and Tommy. The doorbe
Sarah Nieukirk
Jan 72 min read
The Willow, The Fawn, and The Squirrels
A short story by Alyssa Martin Once, many turns ago, there lived a Willow Tree in a garden of Wisteria. At the time of this tale there lived a Fallow Fawn, which had been left under the roots of the grand Willow by her mother. The Doe who had left her, The Willow had told her, had done so with guilt in her eyes. “She did not wish to,” The Willow had said many times, “An old tree such as myself can always tell.” “Whyever did she do it then?” the Fawn always pleaded, “Why di
Alyssa Martin
Jan 74 min read