“Banana,” they giggled, taunting her with a wave of their hands. They said her hair was the brown stub on top of the fruit and the peel was her skin and laughed and pranced away when she tried to deny it profusely. When she went home and cried, her mama scratched her head and asked, “Why are you sad? If I rid of the yellow peel and the brown stub holding it together, I don’t think there’d be much of a banana left.”

“Beep! Honk! Screeeeeeeeeee….” Rufis Barlowe sighed as he pulled into the staff parking lot of Camelot Junior High at 7:10 a.m., an hour before school officially started. This day was already going worse than he imagined. His pants were drenched in the coffee he bought from Starbucks after his 4-year-old…

Words spill out of her lips like streams of jewels tumbling out of a thief’s sack, filling the void around me with a crystalline heaven. For a brief moment the gemstones feel cool to the touch until their jagged edges slither past me, carving deep, ugly gashes into my skin. Yay! Exactly 50 words! P.S. Remember to spread kindness, not hatred nor fear. :) -swimminggoofyseal ❤

Recently, I’ve found myself slacking off when it comes to writing. Yet with so much going on in March of 2021 from Atlanta to Boulder, I’ve started reflecting on the abhorrent nature of the recent events and come to the conclusion that has saved me countless times: writing. …