SNHU Creative Writing Posts

A front yard

Newton’s First

By Kale Meyer These days I find myself thinking back to the summer just before my dad left for good. I guess the old memories make the house seem less empty than it is. I try to fill my head with the pleasant ones. Of me running through the hallways…

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desk and chairs

The Public’s Opinion

By Aubrie Arnold The husband and wife stood outside the multi-storied glass and steel building staring at the revolving front door. The weather was chilly and wet, and they huddled inside their long winter coats—navy blue for her and heather grey for him that matched a small portion of his thinning…

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Dark skies

October Rush

By Matthew Corsi A survival rate does not exist this morning.The wind levies her threat my God, what a mess.A coral reef of death swarms the sky, veins entwined, a single unit of red plushcreates a landscape of rush. Everywhere, everywhere, it becomesthe unit of fatigue. Life is Done for.

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An astronaut in space with Earth in the background.

full tilt

by Liane St. Laurent and so the days become less golden. yielding to the weightof their august fruit, blackberry canes lean acutely angled. theyellow cat’s thirsty bones cry from under the forsythia and thewaning moon nods in agreement: soon. but right now there areno vacancies in this carnival of symmetries…

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A falcon in flight.

Falcon, Falcon

by Kristal Peace A dove denuded by an azure skyGently surrenders herself to her nest.While a falcon above constricts his chestWillfully restraining a primal cry,And indifferent winds, jaded, pass by.When she, naïve, takes flight after her rest,Her dance in and out of the light suggestsThat her body is his to…

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A drawn "lost cat" sign posted on a tree.

Out of the Box

by V.J. Hamilton Life would be so much easier if I were a cartoon character. My clothes would always look freshly pressed. Nice and flat, except for a squinchy line or two where I bend my knees and elbows. And my hair. It would stay the same, unless I’m electrocuted…

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White cat looking toward the camera.

Ghost

by Amy Southard I walked into the room, The hardwood floors creaking Beneath my feet. I thought I was alone again, As I gracefully stepped over My fluffy white feline friend. The air felt a little chilled And there was a draft Blowing the sheer turquoise curtains Into a beautiful…

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An overhead view of a neighborhood.

Mulch Mound

by Alec Montalvo There used to be a mulch mound here. From out my kitchen window, I’d see teens coming into the clearing, emerging from the brushes,  carrying snowboards under one arm,  brown paper bagged bottles of booze in the opposite hand, smack in the middle of summertime. They’d get…

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A porch filled with plants and sunlight.

Soft Spaces

by Andrea Rathbun I check the rearview mirror just as her chin hits her chest and at last comes to rest. I sigh, louder than necessary, letting out a breath that I’ve held for the last four months. I glance at the other side of the back seat and see…

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