A List Of Structures That Can Be Washed Away

we all stand on the same bridge between birth and death our braided hair pinned back with memory neither smile nor scowl in our stance \ do not deny the air \ supporting the delicate \ suspension trusses \ girders \ cement steepled above \ a thread the river does not appear dangerous from this …

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I Am Only Meat

A microstory about change.

If Ever the Grey-Cloaked Moon

It was a dark and stormy night—the kind, like war, that mitigated irascible deeds, covering murder with the tintinnabulations of rain on corrugated metal gables; and I, enswathed in my ignominious velvet cape, navigated our city's ever-slickening streets brandishing a penchant for justice. This little slice of purple prose was written for YeahWrite's microprose challenge. Click …

Merope

I had imagined pinks and vermillions, an impossible sunset contained within an industrial warehouse. I had heard the chitter of squirrels and felt spring breezes. But when I awoke to a thump, felt the vibrations through the floor of my Nomad cell, and saw the most beautiful open door I had ever seen, I knew …