Poetry Booms Novels & Stories

BOOOOOMMMMM. "Everything is ready!"

What is worth saying to them that they have not already discovered themselves? She writes three drafts and uses none of them. The fourth draft is two pages. It says: The work taught me that the thing is always more specific than the claim about it. Every client I have worked with arrived with a claim about what they were. The wine producer who said: we make the best wine in the region. The distillery that said: we have been here since 1847. The archive that said: we have irreplaceable materials. All of these claims were true, and all of them were insufficient because they were claims, not the thing itself.

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Holly had just finished packing up for the night when her phone buzzed with calls from numbers she did not recognize, followed by a barrage of crude and mean texts. Something was definitely off. Then, like a bad joke, a hashtag flashed across her screen. #PianoProdigyExposed in Racy Photos, Friends Claim She's a Total Mess# #Who Knew the Piano Girl Had Such Weird Tastes# With shaking hands, Holly clicked on the link and her heart sank. She was in the video. She was in the dressing room, changing her brassiere. Because of some meds she was on, she has been dealing with the embarrassing issue of leaking fluids.

The sheer, terrifying aura of the woman who had conquered the Apex Bloom completely overwhelmed him. "You thought I was a depreciating asset," I hissed. My voice was a lethal, velvet whip that cut right to the bone. "You thought you broke me. But all you did was set me free. And now, I am going to take everything from you. I’m going to use your own greed to dismantle your company, I’m going to take your properties, and I am going to erase you from this city."

As long as you come back to work, I'll promote you to become my assistant! I snorted and said, "You must've received my message last night, right? If my text got lost in the sea of well wishes, I don't mind repeating it again." Over the phone, I heard Vernon suddenly inhale sharply, and I continued, "We're over. What do you think? Did I make things clear enough for you today? You understand what I'm saying, right?" Without waiting for Vernon's response, I ended the call right away. I also blocked this unfamiliar number.

Vivian sat alone in the shadowed corner of the bar, watching strangers drift beneath the amber glow of the lights. She could not believe she had actually fallen for a rumor. “The real reason the Hayes and Carter families postponed the wedding? Sebastian’s ex was kidnapped. He’d rather call off the marriage than leave her to die.” One reckless sentence was all it took for her to book the first flight to Harbor City. Sebastian was the untouchable heir everyone admired—a fixture on the covers of financial magazines and the polished businessman delivering keynote speeches at charity galas. What could a man like him possibly be doing in a place like this? Vivian shook her head, set down her g

I’d hate to spill blood on a night as perfect as this. “Your Grace! You have to see this!” I groaned, burying my face in the crook of her neck. “Let’s ignore it.” I wanted to sink into her and lose myself in that jasmine scent until morning. “Your Grace, it’s the docks!” the voice shouted through the thick oak. “The warehouse is on fire and it is spreading to the residential block. The sirens are already going off, but the governor is refusing to authorize the evacuation without your digital signature. People are trapped.”

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“Then I guess you can say I’m a book festival virgin?” “You can, but I wouldn’t.” Anna suppressed a giggle. “Here’s the floor plan.” She showed the paper to Nate and pointed to one of the designated booth assignments. “The poetry and art section is at the far end of the show. I have a good friend, John Gorham, who is a world renowned cowboy poet.” “Cowboy poet?” Nate replied skeptically. “Is that a real thing?”