Flash Fiction

Fiction

Trees

I wiped my face with a paper towel to remove the streaks and spots of foundation, mascara, and lipstick. I was ten years old, helping my bro...

Janine

My friend’s mother is coming to pick me up for a sleepover so I need to quickly disguise who I really am. I spritz myself with grapefruit-li...

Poetry

Dermatitis

Just like I lick my wounds I have been licking my pink Himalayan salt lamp praying for ions to heal me I know I shouldn’t swallow the ...

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