Prose
Dust and Bananas
All that was left was some dust and a half-eaten banana. Then again, what more is there after the day that
your heart is shattered? It was my own personal Grey Gardens. I stood in the middle of the tiny living
room, eyes fixed on the banana, waiting for the raccoons to move in.
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You Can't Buy Love
by Adriana Alfarkh ¤ Prose ¤ Issue Two ¤ 2.23.10
tuesday, march 10/09
dear boy,
last night you told me your secrets. you told me about how you once bought a stuffed animal because you
were lonely and wanted someone to talk to. you told me about how you would like to try skydiving
someday because just once in your life you wanted to take a risk. you told me about how you like to dip
your fries in your milkshake and you told me about how you cry whenever it rains, then you kissed my lips
to my hips and worked your way down.
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White 1989 Ford Escort Hatchback, As Is.
by Ben Nevala ¤ Prose ¤ Issue Two ¤ 2.23.10
Ah, a sense of accomplishment and fun. Several facts below: I owned both cars mentioned and I dated a
girl (girls, but only the one from July to August counted) in the Summer of 1998 while owning Ford. Fresh,
as in completed just moments ago, and scribed in Word…
She was the ugliest creature I had ever seen, and I loved her desperately.
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All that was left was some dust and a half-eaten banana. Then again, what more is there after the day that
your heart is shattered? It was my own personal Grey Gardens. I stood in the middle of the tiny living
room, eyes fixed on the banana, waiting for the raccoons to move in.
more»
You Can't Buy Love
by Adriana Alfarkh ¤ Prose ¤ Issue Two ¤ 2.23.10
tuesday, march 10/09
dear boy,
last night you told me your secrets. you told me about how you once bought a stuffed animal because you
were lonely and wanted someone to talk to. you told me about how you would like to try skydiving
someday because just once in your life you wanted to take a risk. you told me about how you like to dip
your fries in your milkshake and you told me about how you cry whenever it rains, then you kissed my lips
to my hips and worked your way down.
more»
White 1989 Ford Escort Hatchback, As Is.
by Ben Nevala ¤ Prose ¤ Issue Two ¤ 2.23.10
Ah, a sense of accomplishment and fun. Several facts below: I owned both cars mentioned and I dated a
girl (girls, but only the one from July to August counted) in the Summer of 1998 while owning Ford. Fresh,
as in completed just moments ago, and scribed in Word…
She was the ugliest creature I had ever seen, and I loved her desperately.
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Stars and Unwanted Names
by Carrie Briggs ¤ Prose ¤ Issue Two ¤ 2.23.10
He wraps his pretty words up in string, just long enough to forget them, or forget that he said them to me. Some
of them hang just out of reach over my head but most dangle before me weaving their hypnotic syllables into
the inner workings of my soul. Those the words that he forgot, until he said them to someone else. I knew that
unforgivable smile, the one that curled more slightly to the left and dinted his cheeks into the dimples that
caught my laughter.
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by Carrie Briggs ¤ Prose ¤ Issue Two ¤ 2.23.10
He wraps his pretty words up in string, just long enough to forget them, or forget that he said them to me. Some
of them hang just out of reach over my head but most dangle before me weaving their hypnotic syllables into
the inner workings of my soul. Those the words that he forgot, until he said them to someone else. I knew that
unforgivable smile, the one that curled more slightly to the left and dinted his cheeks into the dimples that
caught my laughter.
more»