by Lisa Harris Where to begin? When she was 17, ten plus seven, in the 7th month on the 7th day, she flew on a 747 above one of the 7 seas to one of the 7 continents. At first, she did not notice patterns in what she saw as…
SNHU Creative Writing Posts
Fragmented
by Deana Wilson “TEN!” Dark. Too dark. Cramped. Stiff. Stuffed in like carrots in a vacuum sealed bag. Elbow in my gut; tangle of hair in my face. Carlotta! Too dark! Can’t see! Blonde hair on my tongue. Gasping…. “Carlotta!” How? Why blonde? How do I know — “Carlotta!” No…
Lake
by Jeff Eyssallenne A lazy lake under wandering ripples A breeze that startles the grass Faraway screams from happy children Rhythmic rushes from cars passing nearby Busy birds calling to each other A rock plopping into the lake makes me open a reluctant eye to see A young boy A…
Porch Therapy
by Friar James Augustine It has become one of our most trusted routines—porch therapy. Either sipping on hot coffee waiting for the sun the rise, or having a few ‘cold ones’ in the evening as Mother Nature falls into a slumber, we enjoy it together. The hectic rat race of…
No Need of gods
by Jenny Andrews Days lie down crumble all around ruins obscured in mid-February shadows Sundays lost amid gods long forgotten. Sleeping in with a remembrance of his hand at the small of my back, resting there, his lips flutter behind my earlobe, the scent of him-musky like sweat, his kiss…
Night and Day
by Brianna Kittrell If the moon could speak to the sun, she would commend him on a long day done. She would tell him that he owns her heart, and that there is no light when they are apart. She glances him in passing, though it be very brief, and…
Emma’s Story
by Chelsea Eccleston The smoke stung my eyes, making them water uncontrollably. It burned my lungs, making me cough and unable to breathe. I crawled along the floor unable to tell where the door was. Was it in front of me? Behind? I was running out of time. I choked…
Aphorisms
by Gonzalinho da Costa Tonic more powerful than music or spoken words is silence. Solitude is the companionable presence of God. A conscience at peace is a good night’s sleep. Coffee is a beverage you drink with your nose and digest with your heart. After the snake sheds its skin,…
Claw, Claw, Bite
by Luke Lane I tasted blood. In my mind I saw myself at the dinner table working on a plate of dimes. Cold. When I opened my eyes I remembered where I was, and questioned why I wasn’t dead. I was covered in blood, and not all of it was…
Bring it Down Deep