Coffee & Cigarettes

So this is a short story that I’ve been working on for about a year now. I decided to use it for my Creative Writing class last semester, and this is what I’ve got so…yeah. ————————————————————————————————————————– His fucking cigarettes. That’s all that ever mattered to him. Celeste could have sworn that smoking cigarettes was the […]

Petty politics.

For the record, I am a member of The Eagle staff. More than that, I am Assistant Editor of The Scene. So when anyone accuses the writers of yellow journalism, you are insulting me too and I don’t appreciate it. Oh, and as a survivor of Eagle Rants, I’m getting real tired of all the […]

Pink Flamingo

When I was a little girl, I used to love pink flamingos. They maintained an unusual one-legged stance, but strut with poise and grace. They weren’t the prettiest birds, but their distinct pink shade made them stand out amongst the rest. They had quirks, which made me overlook their awkwardness; Instead of gawking at them, […]

We all crave affection. Not only humans, but animals. The desire for affection from another being is a natural animal instinct. And the need for attention prioritizes itself in our weakest state of mind. Standards are irrelevant when we receive more than we asked to be given. To be touched. The feel of fingers as […]

Games are for children in the mid-afternoon, Puzzles solved by adults in the comfort of a family room; Crosswords make crossed eyes and cross hearts, Word searches fail to show the right words we’re trying to say But everyone plays anyway.

Writers are lonely creatures, alone to wield their craft of words. They feed off passion and lust. They are always thirsty for affection. Their involuntary muses inspire every essence of their work. Writers are tormented by unrequited love that overfills the veins of their hearts with feelings. They overanalyze the simplest of matters, misinterpreting the […]

The look.

She shifted her eyes upward and they met his like a magnet, attracted by an unyielding force. He stared at her with curiosity, analyzing her frame. Their thoughts were bound by the silence that enclosed them. Both of them struggled to speak, unsure of how to initiate the conversation. It was as if all time had […]