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100 Words – Ivy
Ivy’s original writing: A rainy summer, secretive decay lying secure in the hollow. Sleep purring purpose, poised to put a point on progress. The elite vie to rule the throne, worthy anger lying a trap of destruction. Instead a plucky consort, conscious of the cold contract, will yolk the carriage and drag, unwieldy, the rock Continue reading
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1oo Words – Elena
Elena’s Original Writing: I worry. Careless summer concludes. I sleep, conscious: Spotted toads ooze, Bumpy, Plucky, Nauseating. Once colorful, since cold: progress, my own sabotage Materialistic, unwieldy, breakable. I chase hollow thrones, frantic – Burn with steady anger, Boast. The decay is gentle, secretive. The elite explain, identify, hypnotize: lying – They vie, rule, yoke, Continue reading
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100 Words – Tessa
Tessa’s original writing: Spotted Summer Toad A Fantastical Ancient Food Blog Ingredients: Cold Yoke Cream Peep Carriage Neatly shape the cold yoke. Secure the yoke and drop it into the cream. Place the ooze on the stove. You may need to adjust the substance by scorching it frantically, but it is breakable and can burn. Continue reading
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Dragon’s Belly
by Tessa Permar I sit carving another tooth. This one came down the gullet 3 meals ago, along with a rabbit, an entire wheat field, and half of a moose. None of them in tact, but I am able to pick at the moose meat which retained a nice char from her fiery breath. The Continue reading
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something about
by Elena Faverio being nineteen – the year that i got really into one direction that summer – home from college, at my friend keira’s house one thing came on the radio, by the pool my friend bess, short for elizabeth says “i love one direction i can tell them apart by their voices liam Continue reading
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How to Be an Islander
By Tessa Permar Salt, sand, moss, dewdrop webs, that collective cicada engine sound, thick tall sick-looking trees, crinkled fragile eyes, cutting themselves from tears with belittling jokes. Family men, the round bulge of their jaws jutting toward the next thing they have to do. A lot of witches. Young witches spinning indigo yarn, bearded ladies Continue reading
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Dinnertime (Detestable Maw, Gaping Maw, Your Maw Like Mine)
By Elena Faverio Yumyumyumyumyum. I can eat everything that I want to eat. Because I am hungry and it is time for me to eat. Yumyum. Once I have the taste for a thing, I must have it. Sometimes it is crackers, sometimes it is a lot of crackers. Dry things and spicy things and Continue reading
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Hotel Armand
By Ivy Stevens “What is this?” “This is your room.”“This is not our room.” You’re 100%, dead certain that when you made this reservation, you asked for a suite, with a kitchen, bathroom and TWO small bedrooms. The room in front of you, at which the friendly front desk gentleman is gesturing, is smaller than Continue reading
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A Vineyard Sail
By Tessa Permar Feet browned like an expensive wood stain, with callouses softened by sand, I watched him alight on the rim of the vessel like a spring bug on a leaf. There are two of them, old friends. One brought me roses last week. The other I’ve been sleeping with since July. It’s now Continue reading
