Creative Writing Blog: What not to do at parties

“What the hell happened to you?!” “Uh,” I said, stepping into the house and scratching the back of my neck. “I don’t really know. It was a weird night. Can I shower first and get some not-torn clothes on? For some reason I’ve got ketchup all over me.” “That doesn’t look like ketchup,” my roommate said, closing the door as I walked into our small apartment. He swiped at a red patch on my torso with his finger and lifted it to his nose. “It smells coppery.” I scoffed. “What are you saying? That it’s blood? It’s probably that metallic paint that uses copper to make it shiny, then. Some art kids brought a bunch to the party. They were […]

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Creative Writing Blog: Adventures of a socially awkward first-year

“It’s a small world,” we say to ourselves as we run into people we recognize in our ventures. And in comparison to the vast expanse outside, it truly is, a small world. But from an introspective angle, the space between one moment and the next, the moments leading up to sleep, or the feeling of satisfaction after a successful interaction, the world is enormous, wondrous, intimidating. For the socially awkward, or even anxious new comers to this whirlwind of culture, information and stress, every day can be an overwhelming event. For myself, the adventure begins when I leave the apartment. I kiss my boyfriend, or shan’t I say, my only friend, goodbye for the day. This is followed by a […]

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Creative Writing Blog: Tirade of an angry man

#1 Life has taught me that my opinion doesn’t matter. We as human beings believe that we possess real power because we can control others, yet in actuality we cannot even control ourselves. We are slaves indebted to the flow of time. What we claim is freedom is captivity. What we call power is actually weakness. We are not who we claim to be and I’m tired. #2 I have come to the realization that human beings are petty creatures. They crave security and normality yet they themselves are the harbingers of destruction and division. #3 I cannot get her voice out of my head. Her sweet melody which causes my stomach to drop and the hairs on my body to […]

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Creative Writing Blog: Coffee

He sipped his coffee. Three milks, two sugars. Letting the liquid linger in his mouth, he savoured its taste. It was sweet in the beginning but as it went down it turned sour. He set the cup down and stretched back in his seat. There was a soft ding as the coffee shop door opened. A breeze rustled its way into the shop, along with it came the gentle aroma of sunflowers and mild honeydew. He raised his cup and took another sip. For the past seven months he had made it his ritual to sit here and enjoy a cup of coffee. It had first started with his fiancée but when she left, he decided to make it personal. […]

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Creative Writing Blog: Untitled poem

Soft skin and rosy cheeks Small waist, don’t waste Away your youth Tick tock chimes the time The only enemy you can’t beat Harsh sun and white skin Fairy Tale mandates and Fabled demands Prostrate yourself before your idols (gods?) of perfection Glares and piercing stares Silent judgements Scrutiny Jealous rages and harmful remedies Mirrored in mirrors we find Our worst enemy Tear down the idols (adulterous idolatry)—or are they real? Dull fingernails tear at flesh Greedy fingers gouge at the soft, innocent eyes Tear her down, cut her up Take anything you want She wants, I want Everything Raise yourself up (don’t fall down) A goddess made of skeleton and false promises

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