Tag: Caleb Jean-Pierre
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When Nature Creeps…
by Ayasha Cantey Amidst the whispers of the ancient woods, where the deer’s antlers crown the silent king. The noble grace in shadows understood. In nature’s realm, where every song takes wing. The wasps nest hangs, a fortress in the air. A home of buzzing life in a hive’s embrace. While spiders weave their silken…
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Oh, To Be a Muse
by Haven Hawkins Always the hand that writes never the story told I wonder what it’s like to be someone’s muse. Someone’s reason to breathe, reason to speak, reason to dream. What would it be like to inspire rather than delude? I’m always the writer never the story, and part of me is comfortable with…
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I’m a Survivor
by Jenna Siuta Before now, I had never been an independent person. I relied on other people to help get me through my days. Never having a mind of my own. Before that, I didn’t know if I was going to make it to the next day. Before that, I met some people who were…
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Starvation-Haven Hawkins
Everybody has a story. This is mine. It’s the story of my body, my starvation. Pictures of hollow checks, ribs stabbing at the flesh, legs shakenly holding a frail corpse. Demons are like vultures picking at dead flesh, muscle, fat, anything that conceals bones. Why choose starvation, why choose the fate that would cause one…
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Pacify Her
by Miriam Da Ponte It’s been days since the baby cried for his pacifier. He’s a better sleeper now; sign of a healthy boy. She can’t wait to let the pediatrician know. He doesn’t wake up in the night to beg for the boob. How lucky that he lets her sleep for six hours straight!…
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A Cup of Hope
By Natalie Suarez One chilly morning, Emma opened her coffee shop, the warmth inside inviting against the cold outside. As she brewed coffee, she noticed a shivering old man huddled on the sidewalk. “Here,” she said, handing him a steaming cup. “On the house.” His eyes widened. “Why?” “Because everyone deserves warmth,” she replied with…
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Sorry is Always Enough-Jenna Siuta
I am sorry. I am so sorry for all of the pain I have caused. But how much can I actually be sorry? They weren’t all bad memories. Some were good. Do you remember the smell of ice cream and popcorn filling the air as you walked down Main Street. Smiling and laughing as Grandma…
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Embrace of Solitude
by Kristen Giebler Lila wandered the winding woods, her footsteps gentle on a carpet of fallen leaves. Autumn wrapped around her like a soft whisper, each vibrant hue a reminder of change, sharing secrets only she could hear. Every evening, she settled beneath her nurturing oak. It’s branches reaching out like gentle arms. Nature was…
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“Tissues And Time”- Kristen Giebler
Drowning in tissues,Not from missing you,But from the weight of love denied—A hunger for the warmth I deserve,Only to find your affection arrives,As an afterthought,Moments strung like hollow meals,Each breakfast, lunch, and dinner Leading to a dessert that stings, Leaving me aching in its wake.So here I lie,Lonesome,With puffy eyes and a stuffy nose, Waiting…
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Broken Chains- Nathalia Collazo
Andrea struggles to keep things afloat at her job at a local B&B. Keeping herself busy with University and cooking usually keeps her mind off things. She is a sous chef, and in the late afternoon she is a student. On the weekends and sometimes during the week, she cares for her nephew Leo. He…
