Multimedia my story Angel-Clare Linton, April 19, 2024 When I was a child, I loved playing in the garden at my grandparents’ house because they let me roll around in the dirt. After being out in the sun for around thirty minutes to an hour, I would come back inside, and my grandparents would have lunch waiting for me. Continue Reading
Multimedia the butterfly Angel-Clare Linton, April 19, 2024 My bedroom door is closed. My walls are painted light purple. There’s a dark grey storm outside my window. People are on the sidewalk. Continue Reading
Multimedia In Case of an Emergency, Where Can You Find Me? (in no particular order) Angel-Clare Linton, April 19, 2024 1. Locked behind the doors of my light purple bedroom. 2. Hidden behind a stack of books. 3. Out in the city, pretending that this light pink cloud is floating behind me, wanting to lift me up to the clouds. 4. Home. Continue Reading
Prose Fresh Beginnings Angel-Clare Linton, March 20, 2024February 28, 2024 The unknown creeps into a grey pot, resides close to my heart with no dark blue goo or bright yellow rain, ready to ooze out of me— it wants people to feel what I feel. Continue Reading
Poetry the introverted attention Angel-Clare Linton, March 15, 2024February 28, 2024 I I sit at the back of the class. The instructor waits for someone to answer her question— her eyes surveying the room. My legs shake, hoping I don’t become her next victim. What’s wrong with you? It’s not like it’s a suicide mission. Continue Reading
Poetry the monster Angel-Clare Linton, March 13, 2024February 28, 2024 isn’t hidden under my bed but wrapped around my back like a sloth wrapped around a human. is green with red eyes, and its body is made out of goo with sparkles glowing from the inside–it pretends to be the light grey stars. Continue Reading
Poetry some may say that time is arbitrary Angel-Clare Linton, March 8, 2024February 28, 2024 12:01 p.m. Outside is shimmering, its rays pushing into the house. People are on their lunch break, but I’ve opted to continue writing with a banana in my right hand—it stares back at me with wide eyes and opened mouth. It yearns to be not alone. Continue Reading
Prose A Brief History of my Creative Writing “Journey” Angel-Clare Linton, March 6, 2024February 28, 2024 For as long as I can remember, I have always craved writing like I needed it to breathe. I would sit on my bed, subconsciously bite my bottom lip as I stare at my laptop screen and write whatever new idea I recently came up with. Continue Reading
Poetry The beauty in the little things Angel-Clare Linton, March 1, 2024February 28, 2024 I sit on my couch in the living room with the TV on as a distraction. My laptop with faded keys (even though I only got it in November). Scrivener and Photoshop are opened. My fingers rest on the keys of the cold keyboard—a stark contrast from my previous laptop. Continue Reading
Poetry The Packing List Angel-Clare Linton, February 28, 2024February 28, 2024 1. The shoes 2. The drink 3. And let’s not forget the shimmer of hope. 4. That one yellow dress that spins in circles as I hold it up to the sunlight of my bedroom. Continue Reading