by Bex Jones | Jul 24, 2024 | Creative Prose, Creative Prose 2024
The Ceaseless Song I made music before I could speak. I drummed and hummed along with tunes it seemed only I could hear. When I could stand, I hauled myself to the piano and pressed the keys blindly above my head. I wrote my first song before I could reach the pedals....
by Felicia Jarrin | Jul 24, 2024 | Creative Prose, Creative Prose 2024
In Her Head They met six months ago, in a low-lit bar downtown frequented by corporate twentysomethings. Virginia saw him approaching out of the corner of her eye and thought he looked nice enough. He was tall, wearing black pants and a dark blue button-up. While he...
by Kendall Dinniene | Jul 24, 2024 | Creative Prose, Creative Prose 2024
Neighbors My neighbor in Idaho was an eyeful. I watched her when I was feeling bored, hungry, or restless. I got to feeling like I knew her, even though we rarely spoke. We exchanged a hello now and then when she came or went as I was washing my truck or carrying my...
by Olivia Hu O'Connor | Jul 24, 2024 | Creative Prose, Creative Prose 2024
Prelude to a Scripture Here is a list of things I know about the author. Either he was very old or he had a proclivity for the vintage. His briefcase says as much: tan, leather, mid-twentieth century—the sort corporate grunts carried back to their...
by Thaïs Miller | Jul 21, 2023 | Creative Prose, Creative Prose 2023
Delusion Land Jacob Papadopoulos runs ahead of me, past the turnstile and the shag teddy bear mascot, launching his petite 50-year-old body gracefully into the hard plastic seat of the ride. He resembles a trapeze artist more than a distinguished classics professor at...
by Ojaswi Sharma | Jul 21, 2023 | Creative Prose, Creative Prose 2023
The Summer I Bit Myself to the Bone On my knees in front of him, I try to picture him as an altar. I don’t pray, and I also don’t particularly believe in god, so the image shifts—more than I would like it to. Eventually, everything settles into one thought, one...
