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Articles 91 - 120 of 936
Full-Text Articles in Creative Writing
Exuvia, Andie Tursi
Ash Spring, Heather Lang-Cassera
Dream No. 1538, David Konitzer
Waking To An Ocean On Fire, Heather Lang-Cassera
Waking To An Ocean On Fire, Heather Lang-Cassera
Bryant Literary Review
No abstract provided.
Bell's Vireo, Heather Lang-Cassera
Clinical, Christopher Stewart
Hunger Of Kites, Daniel Edward Moore
Cousin J., Pamela Wax
We Must Not Disturb The Peace, Nicole Cifani Lehmann-Haupt
We Must Not Disturb The Peace, Nicole Cifani Lehmann-Haupt
Bryant Literary Review
No abstract provided.
Seasonal Economy, Zachary Lipez
Waterproof, Elizabeth Taryn Mason
A Mid-September Late Afternoon At Trident, Korkut Onaran
A Mid-September Late Afternoon At Trident, Korkut Onaran
Bryant Literary Review
No abstract provided.
Heart Of A Monster, Gabriella King
The Past Is Everything, Fran Schumer
Thieving, Janet Banks
Sometimes, Always, Never, Kharan Badri
River Ran, Rosalynde Vas Dias
Shallows, Rosalynde Vas Dias
Gin Rummies, E.M. Schorb
Postcards From The Stage, Michael Cannistraci
Postcards From The Stage, Michael Cannistraci
Bryant Literary Review
No abstract provided.
Tarantula Season, Eric Depriester
The Man Steps Into The Weightless Rain, Reid Bateh
The Man Steps Into The Weightless Rain, Reid Bateh
Bryant Literary Review
No abstract provided.
The Man Steps Into The Weightless Rain, Reid Bateh
The Man Steps Into The Weightless Rain, Reid Bateh
Bryant Literary Review
No abstract provided.
The Man Steps Into The Weightless Rain, Reid Bateh
The Man Steps Into The Weightless Rain, Reid Bateh
Bryant Literary Review
No abstract provided.
Return To The Country Of The Crime, Dan Grossman
Return To The Country Of The Crime, Dan Grossman
Bryant Literary Review
No abstract provided.
Coming To The End Of His Triumph, Amy Lawless
Coming To The End Of His Triumph, Amy Lawless
Bryant Literary Review
I’ve watched the YouTube video Primož Roglič Bad Accident many times. This event led to his switch from ski jumping to cycling. Ski jumping, to a wimp like me, is the essence of dare devilry.
Poof!, Kathie Giorgio
Poof!, Kathie Giorgio
Bryant Literary Review
When I was nine years old, a boy socked me on the arm at recess. He hit hard, enough to cause me to cry out, to bring tears to my eyes, though I wouldn’t let them escape.
Bad Accident, Amy Lawless
Bad Accident, Amy Lawless
Bryant Literary Review
I lose touch with reality. I reach my arm out to my future, to the myself who knows there’s no trace of cancer, the benefits of preventative care, the past is in the past, the complete competence of his medical team, but I don’t reach back.
Come, Gentle Night., Michael Washburn
Come, Gentle Night., Michael Washburn
Bryant Literary Review
Arthur took one look at the forlorn stranger standing by the stone wall at the base of the hill in the cool evening and thought: Gordon Comstock.
Dear Breast Cancer,, Clara Burghelea
Dear Breast Cancer,, Clara Burghelea
Bryant Literary Review
You smell of clean skin, cent-free armpits, choked-up, hard to swallow nausea, bubble gum flavor in the hair from the 11-year-old in the car. You see we drove 200 miles, woke up at wee hours to ditch traffic, had breakfast in the car, cold waffles, gulped on bad coffee, rode the highway on TikTok noise, before I knew it, I had arms around my shoulders, chewing gum love next to my right ear.