The Freelancer


Angel Red, Contributor

October 11, 2018

When the night calls to you do you hear it in your ears or in your soul Does it make the bones in your fingers tremble from its bellows Does it not speak to you in your dreams of fantastic goals Its voice whispers it...

The Scientist’s Assistant (Pt. 1)

October 8, 2018

Stubborn Rain, Stubborn Thoughts Clouds dark as charcoal covered the starless sky, making the forest below seem like nothing more than an ominous shadow. Wild and angry, the clouds thrust down torrents of dark pearls onto the ...

Hand of a Broken Home

Angel Red, Contributor

September 25, 2018

When a home breaks, it does not split down the middle. When there are children it is less so. Not only will their hearts break but the dust shall choke them when it settles. The parents will scream and cry drowning out t...


Angel Red, Contributor

September 25, 2018

As a man walks through the field of butterflies and roses He looks along the ground for the spike and whatever else opposes For in fear that he may look above He may slip and forever miss all he truly loves Every time y...

A Poem from Within

Alexis Standley, Contributor

September 10, 2018

The Riddance Casket I will put in the casket the timeline project given in World Civ. that reminded me of my hateful past my unfaithful stepfather who broke my mom my birth father that just couldn’t stick around pain and su...

My Soul’s Gone Missing- A Poem

Natalie A. Sanchez, Contributor

September 10, 2018

Stranger Help me Everyone blames me Trust me, I had to do it My soul ain’t with me. My soul’s gone missing. Don’t be afraid. It wasn’t me, it wasn’t me. Why are you running away from me!? Blood an...

Contrast of a Rose

Angel Red, Creative Writer

May 22, 2018

When each rose has sprouted from the earth its quest for beauty rises with it The stems will rise for foundations to be set for what we all came to see materialize The buds will start as the small green pocket And the rich...

Pale Eyes

Angel Red, Poet

May 1, 2018

All Works out in the end My friend said that to me on one summer’s eve The words faded across my screen, her knowledge to lend Ever since then it has remained in my memory, a small piece of me When you are face to fac...

These words

Angel Red

March 22, 2018

These words were written to be yelled They are to be screamed from the bottom of one's lungs And the top of the rooftops Along the 88th floor for the world to hear, these words These words were put on this paper to be shouted...

Fond memories

Angel Red

March 22, 2018

The other day something peculiar happened. The other day I smiled a pure smile derived from elegance and beauty. I was running home and a door opened. A small boy only 4 and his sister younger ran out with glee. Their dad fo...

Advice to my old self

Angel Red, Poet

March 22, 2018

As you watch your breath on the morning gloom do not wish to be drifting alongside it. For the day that you drift freely alongside the mist is the same day you have fallen below the pit. When you smile both to hide your pain...

What shall we call it? Part III

Jane Wantland, Features Editor

May 17, 2017

"Alright," Stella sighed, "I'll join you in this crusade." "Nice!" Tyler smiled but it was shortly diminished when Stella uttered the dreaded word, "But," "But what?" Tyler stopped playing the piano and trumpet duet with...

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