By Avery Shubert I knew how to sew once upon a time. My mom had taught me to use the machine and I’d created a few bits and bobbles. A…
Category: Creative Writing
back 2 school
I appear with a half-covered face searching for familiar eyes They say we are all in this together yet our goal is to stay apart For better for worse a…
Roots
You are born with stars in your eyes. You brim with possibility, raw and unbridled; you are energy, unrestrained by the world and its divisions. As you are, you are…
A Year to Remember
The heavy silence is pierced by the loud ticking of the clock. Tick, tick, tick. From across the room, you hear the quiet rustling of pages as drafts from the…
Flame
You are like flame. You burn brightly, and you live by the light of your own glow; when you are brilliant, you thrive. You fixate on the warmth and use…
Old Times
The silence was killing me. I could taste it, bitter like blood, a continued static of unspoken thoughts that seemed to jump around me. Everything else was muted. We sat…
walk the line
The line between fiction and reality is distinguishable. It shimmers silver in the eyes of those looking to escape, looking for somewhere to retreat from the cruelty of the real…
What If?
I wrote this short reflective piece on some of the positive effects of the COVID-19 pandemic. Although it is much easier to focus on the negative effects, we have all…
The Traveler
When writing this I tried to recreate the ideas of summer and the unrelenting speed at which it disappears.