A manuscript shared with the group during the writer’s workshop attendance. by Molly Garris The harsh, bright carnival lights blind the girl as she runs past the Ferris wheel, makes a right at the fun house and stumbles past the freak show to the back of the...
Written during a workshop, but the suggestion was not recorded at the time. by Ingrid Leonard Riding on the back of the lion I am fast,I cling onto his soft mane and brace myselfas his muscles bunch, saliva forms in his mouthand he lets out a low, feral growl. His...
A manuscript shared with the group during the writer’s workshop attendance. by Yasmin Sameh My Dearest Friend, You were there holding me, flashing that killer smile of yours, filling me with serenity and courage to move on, that is how I will remember you...
