Creative Writing

Poem: Chick

Poem: Chick

She walks around with crusted feet Around the feces that makes her keep Her beak down, Solemn and low. Amongst the thousands of white birds of snow, Too close to call she sees her mother Lying down Smothered with chemicals. Toxicity reaches all time highs As her own...

Poem: Chick

Pressure

All these moments of my life I feel as though I have been pressured. I do not want to let my momma down. I do not want to let down my grandparents. I do not want the decisions I make now, to ruin my future. Most importantly I do not want to let myself down. I have...

Poem: Chick

Departure

If someone told me the mental and physical stress of my senior year, I would have told them NO thanks. Senior year, we go in knowing we are finally done with high school.  We leave behind the friends we shared tears of laughter and tears of pain. We leave behind the...

A heartbroken confession story

A heartbroken confession story

I’m always the one who loves more... that’s my problem.  It is because of this that I stand before you heartbroken. I have joined the millions of Americans who have been hurt by someone they held dear to their heart. I have joined the heartbroken multitude who have...

Fictional story: ‘Cold Front’

Fictional story: ‘Cold Front’

Let me start out by saying this isn't a happily ever after story, or the origin of superhero, or romantic novella, this is a different kind of story. This is my story. *** My name is Frankie White and I'm 22 years old. I stand at 5 ft-10 in, with sandy blonde hair,...

More than a beautiful picture

More than a beautiful picture

L.A. the place that I love the place that reminds me of my culture by the way it looks, the way it sounds, the way it smells , the people in L.A. Late summer afternoon walks through the streets, you can already smell the taco trucks cooking the meat, you can hear the...

Short story: 3:46 a.m.

Short story: 3:46 a.m.

I’m patiently waiting in silence, listening intently for the universe to return my existential questions. It’s early Monday morning, and just outside the window pane sits a cloud heavy sky with disastrous hues of grey and violet, and I’m in pain. It’s pointless and a...

Poem: Chick

My city is the greatest

My city is full of hope and sunshine. I remember walking past a house and hearing the bells chime. I want a city where the sun never sleeps. This city has a lot of places with mysterious treats. I remember the smell of coffee in the morning; It had a nice aroma that...

Poem: Chick

Poem: L.A. is my city

Never arriving in a city missing in locational drift. Plates shifting under building facades and whipped décor, Seas rising and falling at the edge of amusements And surf. The migrations migrating elsewhere, monarchs lost on their way south, children coming north In...