Posts ByBriel Felton, Author at Mace and Crown
The Creative Writing Club is calling for submissions for their 2 annual creative writing contest. Any form is accepted with a 1300 word maximum, with a 4 entry limit.
For submission/questions email: firstname.lastname@example.org
All submissions are due: April 13, 2018 at 11:59 pm.
by Fey Redda
there is art in not giving up.
As Rodin patiently tore through stones,
ever the thinker,
we carry pebbles that are boulders
as we carry terrors up mountains.
Tears burn down cheeks, eyes all a-mist,
from a pitcher, we pour our fears over …
Coffee with a Stranger
by Ann Garcia
June 17, 3016
Elissa sighed, staring out the window at the gray sky. Her shoulders slumped and her eyes drooped with exhaustion – god, what she wouldn’t do for some actual coffee right now.
Coffee hadn’t …
A Ghost Story
by Patricia Reese
“Hello?” A girl’s voice. Soft, sweet. Out of place in this mortal, rotting slab of house, like classical music crackling over a radio.
“I’m sorry for disturbing you, it’s just -” Don’t be sorry. “- I wanted …
by Jalen Young
What do you sound like?
How does my name fit between your teeth
Does it gnaw
Does it mesh
Or does it slowly leave those pink lips
in sweet soliloquy
What do your hands feel like beneath mine
Are they sweaty
Are they heavy
Are they nervous
by Josh Whitener
late July I sat, parked
engine running, radio low
only a commercial and no melody
I was angry
at a cornucopia of things
you: for not choosing me
myself: for making you a composite lover
how I doted on my mother
at my father
for showing …
by Arlynn Parker
Their lovemaking was like two hyenas clawing each other over scraps of meat they scratched and laughed as if they hated themselves, a confusing sight, his expression was a black cat disappearing into the shadows of her …
4 Years of Delight
by Caitlin Helveston
Dark shadows and bright lights
Lead me to my future just ahead
It’s so far out of reach
Yet so close to my feet
The pile of misery
Pushes down on my shoulders
And assignments pile over my head
Why must I …
by Wendell Ward
Her style was musty thrift store, And I swear I saw a mite Buzzing the dried-up feather She’d taped to her Robin Hood hat.
Her lashes: a burned-out forest Clumped with ashes and soot, But her eyes! How they …
Josh Castro | Contributing Writer
As a sound like thunder began to fill the Ted Constant Center, Chris Mecate stared blankly down the hallway, his eyes locked keenly on the black steel cage in the center of the arena. The warrior …
Jazzmyn Bradley | Contributing Writer
It has been over a year since The Kaepernick Effect has taken the nation by storm. Colin Kaepernick, a former San Francisco 49er quarterback, began protesting the national anthem in August of 2016. His initial silent …