Author: thearrowrock
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All I see now from my bed are pink tile and nurses filing in and out Doing their best to keep my spirits from dragging across the floor Upon the opening of that door, A bright light shines in as my son brings in a blank television screen, And sets it down slowly on the…
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The father of the forest awakensto a wastelandwhere the concrete colored clouds are weighed downby the tears trying to escape.Below, growing from the rich soilare sickly yellow-brown weedscoughing out for fresh air. With one swift strike of a scythe,the father of the forest falls.The gloomy blooms with the last of their witheringpetals have been wisped…
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Mona walked through the abandoned street. The road was grey and faded – huge chunks broke off from the large asphalt islands. Husks surrounded her – places called “Gas Stations” and “Convenient Stores” were sprinkled throughout the street. The buildings were not alone on this road: large trees bellowed without a single leaf upon them.…
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by Arianna Amann
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by Arianna Amann
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I walk to get away from people, To escape the noise, Responsibilities and homework, Not to mention chores. When I walk, there’s just me and music Blasting in my ear, The same few songs over and over. I like it that way. In my head, it’s all fantasy scenes, Spaceships and magic, Stuff I want to write about later, Some that’s just for me. There’s a person.…
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by Victoria Lane
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Mona reflected on how different her house looked in the dark. The familiar presence of her mom’s hutch and their dusty ceiling fan were transformed into a giant, a bird of prey, all by the absence of light. Maybe also a guilty conscience. The geometric kitchen vinyl crackled under her feet, even though she tried…
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In the very back of my mind, there is the smallest bit of memory, dusty like a photograph found in a packed away attic box. If it were a photograph, it would be a beautifully deceiving scene of a perfect family. If I squeeze my eyes closed tight, I can see us all. Just a little…
Arrow Rock Literary Journal 