Creative Writing


The Single Dimension of Time
Margo Page

             Bleary-eyed but bravely
             Leaving what was
             Because we can’t live a million
             Perfect moments at once

             Ready to embrace the changes
             And welcome our unclear futures
             Because choice is an illusion
             But perspective is limitless

             If sorrow deepens feeling
             And feeling enhances beauty
             Then life designs itself
             More beautifully than we ever would



Morbid Love Affair
Margo Page

From the topmost branch the owl bore witness over the years to everything she touched turning to dust. Occasionally a foreign wind would bestow the desolate landscape with a new seed. But she could not resist caressing any sprout that dared show it’s pinprick head. Their vitality provided her a few moments of ecstasy before mutating into ash.

A life surrounded by death only fueled her longing for love. For three long days she had watched a cat play in the trees until she could no longer resist the urge to hold him. She continued to embrace his lifeless body for it was all she had. Desperately believing it was still incarnated with his soul, she hung it from the tree so he could continue to enjoy the view from the branches.

An elated mood turned up the corners of her mouth as she slipped her best dress onto her bony frame. With feedback from her imagination alone, she felt beautiful for her date with a man who had met his fate traveling by and naively shaking her hand. Her vestigial blood was still in denial of her barrenness, and she wore it proudly as her only adornment, evidence of her near humanness. She whistled an airy accompaniment to the creaking tree corpses and began to dance with his remains. She spun, and his skinless hand fell off into her own. She seemed flattered and told him he was sweet.



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                  Atmosphere sharpened blue
                  Piercing the distance
                  Of this comprehensible dimension

                  Perspicacious ideas
                  Cutting while drifting
                  Evolving views

                  Pointed boulder’s ridge
                  Edging into soles
                  Holding fast against demise

                  Carving whips of breeze
                  Raising hairs on cases made of skin
                  Gifting lashes of palpable beauty



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Stranded in an infinite deserted blacktop landscape, Silhan saw one tiny caterpillar crawling by. With black spiky hair it looked undoubtably poisonous, and even if it wasn’t it was unlikely to be substantial enough to redeem him from his near death state. He ate the helpless creature anyhow. It scraped his throat but that was only the beginning. Suddenly his arm turned into a blistering knife, and stabbed him in the exact center of his body. The knife turned and turned, each time morphing a body part in a twisting design. His fingerprint enlarged and turned into a spiraling hole, engulfing his limbs. Tiny cells grew until they dwarfed his head. His body eclipsed on itself over and over until he was nothing more than a pile of black tar melting into the asphalt.