Creative Writing

Pariah:Part II | Short Story

His interest returns to the boy’s eardrum. “So where are you heading to see your boyfriend then?” “Girlfriend,” responds the teenager, sheepishly. “Oh yeah?” “Going to her place.” Reading between the lines, it was easy to see the boy was trying to say, “I’m not gay. Please...

PARIAH: PART I | Short Story

It’s the 10:15am train to Butler. I squeeze past a bicycle messily sprawled across the walkway and find myself an empty row of seats behind its cyclist, who’s seemingly engaging in some exuberant conversation. Once the row is mine, not many people would have the piece of...