Fiction

The Artist as Winter

Feb 13th, 2014 | By

ShareTweetAt some point the same raindrops fall so cold they transform into unique flakes of snow It takes the soil at the surface a certain degree of frigidity before it allows the precipitation to stick around The grassy lawns stained yellow by the bitterness and the hibernating trees stand exposed through short days and long
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Days Like This

Feb 11th, 2013 | By

ShareTweetIt’s days like today that I have an easy time getting Through The weather is shitting drizzle and fog at a Quarter After 10 Days where you look ahead and it feels like you’re headed towards nothing but barrel towards it anyway You want to pick up the phone but you won’t call Her You
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An Interview With Miriam Herin, Greensboro Author

Jan 10th, 2013 | By
Miriam Herin

ShareTweetIt’s not everyday you realize that your new neighbor is a published author. As a person who’s happiest when totally overwhelmed by fantastic books that you simply can’t put down, this knowledge made me positively giddy a few years back when Miriam Herin and her husband Tom moved into a house just down the block
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Ishmael: The Gorilla Philosopher

Nov 7th, 2012 | By
Ishmael book cover

ShareTweetWritten in 1977, “Ishmael” the story of a self-aware yoda-esque Gorilla and his pupil, the college-aged narrator still comes across as fresh and modern. It should be required reading for high school today (Catcher in the Rye was such a downer, wasn’t it?) for it’s pure ideological stance and straight ahead arguments for what’s wrong
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Zadie Smith’s White Teeth

Oct 16th, 2012 | By
White Teeth Zadie Smith

ShareTweetZadie Smith’s first novel, “White Teeth” is set in the mid-50’s to 2000 era London and touches upon the many cultural influences brought about by a heavy influx of immigrants during the time. Smith has been praised for her first novel by many a critic and produced quite a splash in the media, especially considering
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In Lak’ech Ala K’in

May 28th, 2012 | By

ShareTweetWe’re so much more alone than we ever knew. Secrets burn the hottest of all and flame the world that I see this beautiful blue, and then the ashes fall in my eyes and I can’t see but its okay. I’ve always loved grey anyway. I live in a hothouse, filled with fumes and other
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Cold Spring Rising: The Yadkin Bard

Apr 19th, 2012 | By
John York

ShareTweet   Most of my happy high school memories surrounded my senior year, as I knew I’d be getting the heck out of town soon. I was a very happy person for the most part but felt the need to pretend to be miserable, as you should not listen to The Smiths and be well-adjusted.
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The Briefcase

Mar 26th, 2012 | By
briefcase by 0zel

ShareTweet The room was square and black, black like dead man lips. A door opens, piss yellow light snakes through. He follows, I can’t see his face. With his left hand he tugs the dangling chord, corpse cold. Sterile light drips from overhead. Underneath is a flimsy, rectangle table. With his right hand he places
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Apocalpyse Live: Rayne, Sleet, and Snow

Jan 30th, 2012 | By
Rayne

ShareTweet2. Rayne peeked through her mess of blonde hair at her bloodshot blue eyes.  She hadn’t been feeling well at all today.  The blistering headache had forced her out of work for a second day in a row.  Not that it was going to be a big deal; who was going to work in this
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Apocalypse Live: It’s The End of the World, Charlie Brown

Jan 23rd, 2012 | By

ShareTweetEpilogue It was too late already.  In a small wooded area, below the fall leaves, the air itself began to slowly thicken into a faint cellophane.  The coagulate spread out in a lethargic sheet towards the sky and crept unhurriedly towards the atmosphere, it’s edges curving in a wide arc to the south.  The initiating
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