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Creativity Without a Leash

No. 6, Downing Street

I still can't understand how the peace of my home could be so suddenly shattered and why there's crime scene tape around my lawn.
Creativity Without a Leash

The Party

As the Keke Marwa slows, I feel my heart quicken. The driver gestures impatiently at…
Creativity Without a Leash

Bridges

Our children are bridges, structures made out of love, blood, flesh, and bone, connecting us to…
Creativity Without a Leash

Heaven’s Children

A few minutes ago he had kissed her goodbye at the door. A few minutes ago,…
Creativity Without a Leash

Simon Says

The train ride into the city is an hour long and sometimes delayed because the…
Creativity Without a Leash, Life Stories

The Words Between

He traced the edge of her lips with his left thumb. She quivered like a…
Creativity Without a Leash, Life Stories

Milani was a bad idea

The billboards should have read “Speak to someone wise.” Kola eventually decided to call Amara.…
Creativity Without a Leash

A Tale of Two Rings

Winter still caught Rume unawares, even after all these years of living in New York.…
Creativity Without a Leash

Unsent

Dear Michelle, I have written this letter in my head a million times, and in…
Creativity Without a Leash

Still

She was one of the luckier ones, the sickness in her blood ate away at…

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