Poetry, Prose, Collaborative writing by strangers.

Prose By 8 Strangers.

  I don’t remember the last time I went skinny-dipping. I don’t remember the last time I ate a pickle. I definitely remember the last time I was touched. I absolutely remember the last time I died. You were there, holding my hand, promising me anything, everything — a bike ride on your handlebars on that endless August day, your…

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Illustrations of Nothing.

A blank page is a multitude of things. It is a fresh start. It is a daunting, empty vessel with no direction. It is an opportunity ready to be seized. It is an illusion of an unknown result. It is a story waiting to be written.