Gray. Nothing but dull gray. No color.  No sound.  No brightness or life. Just Gray.   It is the color of nothing. Bleak and Cold. A color for mind-numbing.   There...

there's not much to do here. after a day or two i get pretty bored – sometimes kind of lonely. but i'm not really alone. i've got bukowski for company. though it's always the...

"Hey, snap me, wouldya?" My grandma peeped over my shoulder, and read my text message. She asked me what that even meant. I told her not to worry too much about it- it was just kid stuff. *snap*...

Yellow Brick Roads, Yellow Brick Walls There is no place like home Chocolate Chip Cookies to Dorothy Like Red is to White Like White is to Blue Like Black is to me. Rouge, Rouge, Rouge Ancestors...

After the power surge, Mama got stuck inside her laptop. It was awkward at first, having to leave the tabs open while I was at school so she would have something to do. When I called the IT guy, He said, “Trust...

Reckless Scrutiny by Jimmieria Chillis Bulging eyes, pupils dilated Hands red Voyeurism unjustified. Searching eyes have infringed upon a most private moment. Frantically, shut the windows of...

Sipping roasted coffee, Sun rays caressing the wood grained desk, September breeze blowing gently through the window Rustling graded papers, Blue birds hum songs of joy In the tri-colored trees outside, Voices...

My skin is wrinkled cloth Indigo paper child Sunburnt polyester Sixty percent cotton Interweaved with nylon Sunburnt polyester Sixty percent cotton Interweaved with nigga. Papa part of that too. Papa...

Bobby want a big gun Like all the other boys Always runnin da streets. Cause they told him to go Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill. Lenses locked, camera Isn’t rolling. bang. No Vest,...

Drowning in procrastination. Sinking in piles of pills, paint brushes, and papers. Waves of sleep and numbness keep pummeling me. I’m tired. I’m tired of being told how, when, what, and where. I...

Burn up the Writers By: Bugg, 10/31/16 If writing exposed people it would be illegal. That's why we have editors for our editors. That's why it's all done online now. They couldn't burn up all...

Nick turned five today, he hid behind a door in the hallway and jumped out as I walked by, laughing.   I get scared when people or things jump out at me. Sure everyone does, but I really hate it...