Short Stories, Poems, and Whatever Else

  • warm milk & other comforting things

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    Nicole B
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    it is two in the morning and i am drenched in milk: moonlight through linen pale skin white sheets but the milk is warm like someone slowly heated it with the burner on low for a child who cannot sleep what is the difference between a child and a woman in her twenties? a few…

  • Thinly Veiled

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    Nicole B
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    I guess this is my karmic payback for trying to be the “cool girl” a la Gone Girl monologue. Really, I am probably the least “cool girl” girl that exists, but it has been frighteningly easy to keep up the mask until this very moment. The act started so innocently; a few IPAs, missing The…