Category: Writings
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Little White Lies
Craig suppressed a gag as Martha set the plate of broccoli casserole, her “specialty,” in front of him. “I made your favorite,” she smiled. “And there’s plenty more in the kitchen.” “You shouldn’t have,” he said, subtly leaning to the side so as to avoid the hot aroma wafting up. “It’s no trouble,” she replied,…
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To the Woman Hiding in the Bathroom Stall
I have been you, many times in my life When I had no one to eat lunch with at my new junior high When I wanted to prove to myself that I was a rebel and I could smoke my step-mom’s stolen cigarettes in the Band Hall bathroom When my best friend told me to…
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Abandoned Spiderweb Still Catches Flies
I only think of you at times when I am too far away to do anything about you – The abandoned spiderweb stretched like a hammock between my ceiling and a door I never close. Sometimes on my way to the kitchen I look up and I see you’ve caught yourself another fly. Good for…
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Legs
I’m never going to forgive u. She hit Send, and as a second thought, quickly typed Hope ur happy. Then, before she could receive a response, she turned her phone off and set it on the bedside table. She closed her eyes and let her head droop for a moment, just one moment to feel…
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Ode to a Cold Toilet Seat
My daughter’s hair is slithering down my throat Her flannel nightgown is making me hot, and I’m pretty sure she just farted on me I gently grasp her around her rib cage, about the same width as a rotisserie chicken, and move her a few inches away, but she rebounds quickly and slams her butt…
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Baby Teeth
I keep my son’s teeth on my deskI keep his curls in a jarI keep the scratches on the wall,That show me where he once stood,And I keep his teeth on my desk. There’s no longer any air in this houseThat once passed through his lungsAnd I’m sure time has smudgedAll of his fingerprints awayThere’s…
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Quarantining Together
Sylvia leaned over the arm of the couch and stretched. “Oh my god, you guys, I am so hungover today. Like, seriously, I was up ALL night. That party was banging.” She licked her lips and smiled smugly. “For real – everyone was there.” “Yeah, we could hear,” Olevander grumbled from where he lay stretched…
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Time Travel Bingo
On this particular Tuesday, Time Travelers Inc. had sent one of their lawyers, Maxwell Bishop, to an arbitration meeting. Joining him in the rented room was fellow arbitrator Milquetoast Foireè, and the offended party, a pink-haired, foul-mouthed 81-year old named Mrs. Sprightly. Three seconds ago, there had been a miscommunication, and now Foireè said, “I…
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Earth X
By the time the Universe ended (again), the planet Earth had already been blown up by its own star for almost half a billion years. Those who worked in the Earth Department, considered seasonal employees, were always terribly bored as they waited tables or worked retail jobs for the 500 million-ish years it took for…
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Property of Nicholas Plath
Sylvia Plath knew she was doomed as soon as she opened her mother’s birthday present. It was going to be a book – her mother never gave her anything else – but this one was heavy. She pulled the newspaper wrapping away from the cover and read the title. “The Bell Jar?” She looked up…
Kate the Writer 