"You can't just put frosting on burnt cookies and call it gourmet, Remy." I wanted to throw the spatula at Frank but my hands were covered in what used to be chocolate chip cookie dough. Now

The blood on Senna’s knuckles had dried brown by the time she made it back to the apartment. "Rhea’s bones, what happened to you?" Cael dropped his coffee mug when she walked through the door.

"You can't just say things like that, Marcus." I was standing in the break room holding my coffee when Elise cornered me. Her face was red and she looked like she wanted to punch something. Probably

"I don't need you to fix me," Leila snapped, slamming her backpack onto the kitchen counter. The zipper caught on the edge, spilling half her notebooks onto the floor. Mom just stood there with

"Mom's selling the cabin," Jamie said while picking at his fries. I kept staring at my burger. The news wasn't a surprise, but it still felt like someone had punched me in the stomach.

"I got rid of everything yesterday." Mom looked up from her coffee, the steam fogging her reading glasses. "You did what now?" I stood in her kitchen doorway, feeling weirdly light.

The diploma hit the bottom of my trash can with a sad little thump. "You seriously throwing that away?" my roommate Trey asked, mouth full of leftover pizza. "What the hell am I supposed

The red notification dot appeared on my phone at exactly 2:14 AM. A message from Professor Elliot. "I need to speak with you regarding your final paper. My office. 9 AM." That's when I knew I

"I swear to god, Mack, if you make another stupid pun about forks I'm gonna stab you with one." I hadn't meant to say it that loud. The entire breakroom went quiet. Twelve pairs of eyes staring

"Fuck this job." That's what Deepak muttered every night at 11:47 PM exactly, when he'd finally get a three-minute break from the endless stream of customers. The 24-hour convenience store wasn't

"Sh*t! It's not supposed to do that!" I jumped back as the ancient stone tablet cracked in half with a sound like thunder. A vibration ran through the floor and up my legs. The dim light of my

The bar was packed. Friday night and all that. People getting wasted after a long week of whatever the hell they did for money. I was on my second beer when I spotted her across the room. Dessa was standing

Hey everyone! I've been playing around with some words lately, and the idea of a peaceful night just kept coming back to me. Thought I'd try to capture that feeling in a poem. It's been a while since I've

What I See: I see a woman holding a glass of whiskey. The amber liquid glows warmly under soft lighting, and the surrounding space seems quiet, like a dimly lit bar. What I Feel: It feels reflective, like

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