[spoken word/poetry] This council meeting is called to order. Raise your hand if you’ve recently felt overburdened by the weight of the world simply from doing a small, mindless act like taking out the trash. Those large bins were made to overflow from consumption, sitting in the junkyard of materialism. Celebrate your spending, your materialContinue reading “Clean sidewalks”
Category Archives: Short Stories
Firefly. // A Short Story
Firefly. Kristyn M. Potter He stood outside of her front door, glancing down at the last text correspondence that they had collectively engaged in, shocked that he had made it to this point, and so quickly. It had only been a few days of their texting- day-long endeavours, beginning with a coy text about aContinue reading “Firefly. // A Short Story”
Super short story
Ernest Hemingway apparently won a bet by writing a short story that was fewer than ten words: For sale. Baby Shoes. Never worn. While I am not Hemingway, I have written my own ten word short story below. Titled, 2010: She sighed heavily, ripped her degree; and sold coffee.
Get Innocuous
Chicago Saturday, November 9, 2010 “Get Innocuous” 10:40 a.m. She rolled over in her full sized bed, with rumpled black Jersey sheets and dirty socks gathered at the foot. Beside her lay a tall, dark and handsome victim of another night, caused from too much pot, whiskey and coke, and low self-esteem. Fuck. Her lifeContinue reading “Get Innocuous”
Those Damn Peach Roses
Those Damn Peach Roses K. Potter, 2006 The room was silent with even the slightest whisper echoing throughout. We’d been sitting in my great grandmother’s living room for about 5 hours, but it seemed like an eternity. A hopeful eternity where my mother and aunt would walk in the house, lightly close the door withContinue reading “Those Damn Peach Roses”
The Eternal Friendship
The Eternal Friendship K. Potter, 2006 The water rolls gently across the delicate cinnamon brown sand. As my feet make imprints into the gentle beads of the sand, I soak in the salt of the sea. I take a slow walk with the sunset as the sea whispers sweet nothings in my ears. We becomeContinue reading “The Eternal Friendship”
A Portrait of the Writer as a Young Woman
A Portrait of the Writer as a Young Woman K. Potter, 2006 Vita Hominis Sine Literis Mors Est. Man’s Life Without Literature is dead. “Once upon a time there was a girl who, at the age of twelve, took an airplane to Hawaii and ended up in a foreign country….” That’s how it always started.Continue reading “A Portrait of the Writer as a Young Woman”
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