Literary Collection

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Kicked Out (Fiction)

It was 10:47 pm on a warm Monday night in May when Caleb heard the doorbell ring. He had been on the computer in the living room looking up cheats for his new video game and wondered who could possibly be at his house this time of night. When he opened the door, he was surprised to see his friend Ryan standing on the front step, holding a sagging red gym bag in his hand and wearing a very forlorn expression on his face. “Ryan!” “Caleb, is it okay if I stay with you for a few days?” “Are you... Sign in to see full entry.

Accomplice (Fiction)

Dad never told us how she ended up in our garage. But I had seen stories like this on America’s Most Wanted and figured it had to go something like this: he waited in a dark alley while she was walking home from school with her friends. No, wait, alone. Yeah, she had to be alone, or else the police would’ve been contacted. It was simple as that. Or maybe her friends would be too scared to call anyone. And then there’s the issue of him getting her into the house in broad daylight without anyone... Sign in to see full entry.

Shelter from the Storm (Fiction)

The cacophony of squeaking shoes and bouncing basketballs filled the gymnasium as I tried to block Victor’s path. He was a young boy Hispanic boy, about eight, maybe nine years. He had brown eyes and equally brown hair, short and buzz-cut. We had asked permission to use the gymnasium at Storm Creek Day Care Center, where I was supervising Victor. In one quick motion he twisted his torso around me and ran right up to the basket. Swish! The orange basketball slid right into the hoop. “I got one!... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, September 14, 2009

You & Me

“Will all great Neptune’s ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one red.” -‘Macbeth’, William Shakespeare Now his hand shakes, the one that doesn’t Hold the knife that has done the deed. His fingers slowly unlatch the wood on the instrument, While a thick crimson nightmare runs down the silver of the blade, And onto the skin of his hand. It burns like acid. There she is, curled up onto the floor, gasping for... Sign in to see full entry.

Never Let Go

When the smoke rises, And all is lost, I will keep my peace of mind. Panicking does us no good at all, Only kills us on the inside. We've discussed this So many times before, So why should I listen to you? Why should I waste my time Hearing your words, When all you ever give is bad news? You say the world is awry, You say the world is wrong, And I've put up with all your complaints, Listening to you for so long You call me a fool, For always pretending everything’s alright, But sometimes hiding... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Him, the Archangel

Under the yellow lamplight he waits, With his five o'clock shadow, even though it's eleven now. The moonlight is hiding behind the clouds, Afraid to touch him. On the desolate streets, A car whizzes by, the few signs of life left In a city that's gone to sleep for the night. Black attire camouflages him perfectly Behind the veil of the night shadow. He lights up a cigarette- "Just a minute more", he mutters, Impatient to get it over with, Yet reluctant to finish it too quickly. No shaking hands,... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, September 12, 2009


His green frame supported on stick-like legs. He turns his head slowly, gathering everything in, his eyes staring into the depths of reality, relaxing his claws, waiting calmly, peacefully. Sitting on a white lawn chair he waits, caring only about catching his next meal. Sign in to see full entry.

Chronicles of a Man Abandoned

Waking up to blinding rays, Clawing at his bedspread, Reminding him of what he lost. He remembered her smile, the curve of ruby red, her kiss, a silky dream, her touch, a brush of porcelain on his nerves. He remembered the way they floated up among the stars. It all ended without warning. She told him, Without any tears in her eyes; "You've been good to me, But my heart's given me something better." She left a scarf on the dresser, red and soft, The one thing she forgot to take with her, The one... Sign in to see full entry.


Her obsidian hair stalls on the floor. A smile conforms to her glossy wax lips. “Tell me again how it’s me you adore.” His fingers measure the slant of her hips. But something lodged in the back of his mind Makes him quake to think she’s slipping away. It punctured a hole in his heart to find The bold, black letters on her phone that day. Oh, he could just murder her for this crime, Wrap her guts and organs around a spool. He never would imagine all this time That his girl was playing him for a... Sign in to see full entry.

The Drive

Perspiration clings to his forehead as his foot smashes the accelerator; A single key orchestrates his death song. The “new property” snarls as its tires sizzle on the asphalt. The symphony of wailing sirens pursues him down the throat of a choked highway. He fondles the shift and surges ahead. The wind slaps him, but it cannot halt an angry typhoon of flesh and steel. A tear forms in the man’s eye. Why did it have to be like this? Shaking his head, he crushes the pedal harder. The man is hit... Sign in to see full entry.

Rainy Summer Morning

Spine cradled by a spongy mattress, The taps on the window, my wakeup call. Sign in to see full entry.

My Old Xbox

A system of mechanical organs shut up inside a marble casing. Poke the eye on its face to awaken the green behemoth. Snaking across the floor, a cord, growing off of a controller, half-red, half-white. The curves mold onto my hand, and the machine melts into my soul. For one brief moment, I throw a veil onto myself, one day, a street-savvy skateboarder busting kickflips over the tops of New Orleans, the next, maybe an emerald-clad Space Marine pumping lead into extraterrestrials on a distant... Sign in to see full entry.

Afternoon with Mrs. Sanders

Her smock flakes off onto the ebony tile floor. Reading his face she giggles; it has been a long time since any man admired her glow. She plugs his lips with two of her fingers and pins him down onto the clay and paint mosaic table. Her skin glitters with sweat beneath the fluorescent tubes hanging from the ceiling. The window permits a small breeze which meticulously sculpts their contours. Her spine arches upward. Her desperation is expelled, little by little, through a melody of sighs and... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Me Llamo Fantasía (My Name is Fantasy)

Me llamo Fantasía. Soy allí cuando se duerme. Me parezco a sus sueños y sus metas. Pero, sus padres y sus profesores no se gusto. Se empeñan en te introducir a mi primo, Realidad. Se burlan de tú por cuidar sobre mí. Intentan me forzar irse, Pero jamás me despediré. I am Fantasy. I watch you when you sleep. I can see your hopes and dreams. But your superiors despise me. They try to replace me with my cousin, Reality. I watch them berate you for caring about me. They want to get rid of me, But I... Sign in to see full entry.

Conversación con Las Floras (My Conversation with the Flowers)

Que las floras dijeron me cae mal; Lo me duele mi corazón. Dijeron que mi fantasía esta disolviendo. No me queda mucho. Las cosas que me encantaron me faltaron. ¿Debo esperar? Everything the flowers tell me upsets me; My heart is breaking. They say my fantasies are crumbling to the ground. Not much remains. Everything I care about will fail me. Should I hope anyway? Sign in to see full entry.

Espera Para Algo Mejor (Hope for Something Better)

Cada noche, Cada día, Manos cubiertos con mugre y cicatrices ¿Hay ninguna relevación de esto? Ojos ocultados debajo de un velo de inmundicia Los calles a lo mordían Sus sueños no ofrecen ningún huida “Espera para algo mejor” La hoja separa su cuello limpiamente “Uno menos boca para que el mundo alimente” Every day, Every night, Hands covered with dirt and scars Is there no relief from any of this? Eyes hidden under a veil of filth The streets bite hard Dreams offer no repose “Just grin and bear... Sign in to see full entry.


Coiled up, a shield from harm, Though not nearly as hard As diamonds, all that matters to him is defending himself, blind to the crushing force of a heel. Rattle, rattle, rattle. He fires off the first warning shot. Sign in to see full entry.

Expiation & Exorcism

The metal serpent spits out a rush of water, running tiny streams down my skin. Maybe if I scrub hard enough, I can wash off all this dirt That weighs me down like sin. Now I must make sure that the blade is sharp enough. The foam covers my face and neck. Slash! The blade takes with it thousands of demons at once, until the skin around my beard is barren, blessed with the tingle of a snowdrop. "Dear Father..." Slash! "..please bless this bounty.." Slash! "..which I am about to receive.." Slash!... Sign in to see full entry.

It Will Be Summer Soon

She says to me, “It will be summer soon, Ignore the torments of the icy chill. Stand under the glow of the silver moon; It’s undeniable warmth holds true still.” Though my bones grow weary, and my flesh tense, I let her lift me up, she keeps me warm. My body in toils, my energy spent, And then outside, spring buds begin to form. “No longer does the snow infect the ground; The crystal blue lake sparkles with delight. The mockingbird celebrates with his sound, Giving us hope as we embrace the... Sign in to see full entry.

God Bless the Broken Road Ahead of Me

God bless the broken road ahead of me, Whether I go by plane or train or car, A million miles to my destiny The orange horizon’s all that I can see, Above me there are dancing, sparkling stars God bless the broken road ahead of me I stop and rest my wounds beneath a tree And let the air run through my jagged scars. A thousand miles to my destiny Will Heaven hear my everlasting plea? My feet are weary; I have traveled far. God bless the broken road ahead of me. The sky of night becomes a jet... Sign in to see full entry.

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