Creative Corner

A Midnight Visit: Short Story

At 1:00AM I sat in the basement of 3565 Wideridge Road. The two storey duplex house belonged to the woman I called Aunt Angie...

The Riots

Even the birds sometimes sweat in the heat of northern Nigeria. The soft hum of the air conditioner blends with the sounds of early...

Love and lasers

You sat discontented—well I know, As I killed that grunt with an SMG. And theres no surpassing your eyes glow So despite the coolness of Halo 3 I...

Gangstarr

Hate is embraced by wood grain grippers And syrup sippers alike; Not by me though. I do not depend on prejudice To determine who I am, Rather, I transcend,...

The photograph

When I look at an old photograph, I see old friends boasting blue and white robes, with mortar boards perched upon their heads, looking into the camera's conscious...

Wanderer

i stand here unsheltered, unprotected.my only shelter: emotional, courage,one man facing the immortal unexpected.a deluge of fog, a rising mossaimless, irrevocable, and unrestrictedresting under...

In pursuit of bubble tea

My roommate Kimberly and I stand in front of the Bubble Tease shop at Eaton Center, Toronto. A sizable crowd clusters before the cash...

Creative Corner: At the cafe

Along with those, Ill have the chocolate muffin, two mint brownies, one of those oat bar things — is that an éclair? The voice, her...

My instincts say "nay"

Unknowingly, unwontedly, I stumbled upon a mighty foeA bastard child of sheer ignorance and hatred, ye knowA monster that ruthlessly tears the frail fabric...
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