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Pen to Paper: the Chicken and the Egg

Pen to Paper: the Chicken and the Egg

It’s funny, how often we confuse inhibition for tradition. It wasn’t hard for me to see through you. Hell, I guess you didn’t fall for my fakeness either. It didn’t take you long to realize that I wasn’t fluent in happiness, it was a foreign language class I always just-almost failed. The only way I passed was copying other peoples’ […]

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Pen to Paper: 5 tall tales regarding coincidence

Pen to Paper: 5 tall tales regarding coincidence

1. The Pale Blue Dot In high school astronomy, I learned that the Earth is perfectly situated in the universe for the creation of life. It’s situated in a surprisingly small temperature belt in our solar system capable of sustaining liquid water, a requirement for life, and especially my life. I’m thirsty all the time. Mercury and Venus are too […]

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Pen to Paper: Trapped Inside the Mahogany Clock

Pen to Paper: Trapped Inside the Mahogany Clock

They won’t miss me. I won’t miss them. It is a mutual feeling, unsaid but completely understood — I don’t give a damn about you. Mother, I will not miss you. I will not miss you Dr. Warren Bernerd and your team of devilishly handsome psychology fellows. Really, I will miss nothing about that office of yours. More specifically, I […]

by Jackie Brokaw· · 0 comments · Arts & Entertainment
Pen to Paper: My Tweed Stranger

Pen to Paper: My Tweed Stranger

Heather ran as fast as she could with one shoe on. Her loose black hair waved like a flag behind her encouraging the gang behind her. She could taste her blood, hear her heart sing, and feel that person’s hand in hers. Who was this person? A stranger. Heather met him five minutes ago during her shift volunteering at her […]

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The Barking Dog

The Barking Dog

Detective Inspector Kalt was not typically in his office on Friday evenings. He preferred to be home with his wife, having a nightcap and reading the paper. On this particular Friday evening, when light from the streetlamps shone on the grubby rug in horizontal lines, Detective Kalt rubbed his temples with tired hands. What a week. He found himself saying […]

Waiting Until it Disappears Again

Waiting Until it Disappears Again

“Dip your toes in the pools of blood,” they said. And so, he did — dipped his toes — yet with the utmost care to not dip his toenails for fear that the blood might stain his nail beds for weeks afterwards. His mother would see his red toenails and worry that he had developed some strange fungus that only […]

The Man

The Man

He kills a butterfly when he is only an infant: wing in each fatty hand, a gentle tearing, a crush of the skull with the heel of his palm; the colors of it go away, are just so much brown mush streaked across his hands and face and lips. He kills a troop of black ants by dumping dirt down […]

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$10

$10

His profile picture is of him playing the drums, a picture echoing one he had when he was sixteen except his hair is shorter and the beard is more pronounced; his casual scruff has turned into a neck beard that’s always there, turning from effortless to negligence. He looks older, leaner, more weathered. He seemed special once a long time […]

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Bikes on Seven Street

Bikes on Seven Street

A group of six met to ride bikes each summer night on Seven Street at about 7:30 p.m. Only one of them actually lived on Seven Street and of the six she was the only girl. The six met down the street from her ranch style home each night because it very nearly equidistant to each of their houses and […]

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Mr. Campbell

Mr. Campbell

Mr. Campbell made me laugh. I laughed despite my best intentions, biting my tongue, resentful, sitting in the back row with my arms crossed. He began class with a Bible verse. It was a Catholic school, and that’s how all classes started.  “The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: […]