Jay Stonestreet

Creative Writing, OldVenue

Disposable Lives

They were only animals left feasting. Rotten corporate leftovers spilling from city bins. Trees, ancestors of the paper bags bearing that fast food insignia wept for the goodness gone. His back peeled with the sunburn always refusing the mother’s caution. At the beach, swimming among detritus laughingly splashing the world’s waste. Smoke pouring all the…

Creative Writing, OldVenue

Creative Writing 319 – Time Travel

[su_box title=”Time Travel” box_color=”#2D2D73″ radius=”0″]Happy New Year to all! As a quick side note, I would like to say a great big thank you to all who helped make this section the best it could be last semester – you’ve all been brilliant with submissions and it’s been an enlightening experience as editor so far….

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