By Annabelle Kennedy, TIWP Student “They say dragons aren’t real, but I know better.” “If I had never time traveled, none of this would have happened.” Talons screeched across the rooftop of the Safeway, scoring deep grooves and causing it to buckle as though it had been punched by a giant fist. Crimson wings blocked […]
Living Waters
By Annabelle Kennedy, TIWP Student “It is dark, it is ancient, and it is deep.” —Audre Lorde In my society, the ocean is sacred. It encompasses the world, a blue black void, filled with all manner of creatures both horrifying and heavenly. It is dark, it is ancient, and it is deep. It is so […]
The End of Everything
By Cyra Rahman, TIWP Student It was a normal day. I walked back from science class, my last class of the day, to my room. I live at a boarding school in Wales where they teach magic and how to defend yourself from demons. “Andromeda!” a high pitched voice belonging to an annoying person calls […]
The Locked Door (an excerpt)
By Cyra Rahman, TIWP Student Aurelia I am sitting in the church’s pews, almost asleep. I pull my phone out of my purse and turn on some random kpop song. My purse is annoyingly big, I thought it would be smaller. Well, at least I can put a lot of random stuff in it and […]
The Woman
By Lilian St. Clair-Foster, TIWP Student Who’s that woman in the photo?I gulp as I look down at the paper in front of me.What should have been a selfie of me with my first house was photobombed by a lady in blue standing in the room that’s soon to be mine.I tense, falling to my […]
The Moon
By Lilian St. Clair-Foster, TIWP Student I sit. My legs dangling over the branch I’m perched on as I wait,wait for the clock to strike time. I’ve always loved sunsets, the hot golden yellow of the sun melting away to seafoam blues and royal purples, looking like paint draped down a canvas.Like heaven at earth’s […]
My Wife
By Lilian St. Clair-Foster, TIWP Student I walk.My high heeled boots black in color, perfectly describing my current mood as I sway with each step towards the graveyard. My long tan trench coat is dirty and rough against my skin as I cough, my lungs ringing like a sponge as they try to reject the […]
Please, Don’t
By Lilian St. Clair-Foster, TIWP Student I see the phrase “Please, don’t be in love with someone else” a lot.And it’s never resonated with me,But yet I still sing it in each song I find it in,each poem that holds it,and think about it in most childhood memories with such vigor you would have thought […]
Parade
By Lilian St. Clair-Foster, TIWP Student Why am I here?No, really, why?I have nothing to gain from this except pain.And yet, I’m always back. Back here.Is it really that amusing?To watch me fall apart?Does it really entertain you that much?To watch me stutter and fall, trying desperately to fit together two pieces of a puzzle […]
The Snake
By Lilian St.Clair-Foster, TIWP Student A sleek body glides through the clear water of the river, its fur the color of fermented coffee beans and freshly potted soil. A twig snaps to the left of the water, The force of a heavy weight the cause of its distortion as the ferret-like creature dives under the […]
