Check out this neat poem submitted to Open Mic Online last month! Wouldn't be cool if your work was here, too? You can submit at any time through our Submittable portal (click the Open Mic Online tab)! "october, 2016"
pavement pressed with my permanent footprints from walking home at 3 in the morning i can smell the beautifully baked bread at the shop that stood next to my apartment, awake so early i saw the moon still shining in the sky because morning is merely a motion of want i felt my hands chilled with the october air or the alcohol i felt my pulse pounding through my skull. my memory is mostly a miscalculation so maybe none of this even actually happened, maybe my brain is just begging to begin anew, maybe my heart is hoping to hold on to you. By JB Brackett
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Illustration by Ella Hoyt Thank you to everyone who submitted to our October short horror prompt! We received some great two-sentence horror stories and eerie haikus; here are some of our favorites! Want to see your work featured here in the future? Submit to Open Mic Online through our Submittable! Two-Sentence Horror Stories This Halloween, it wasn't the ghosts, skeletons, nor costume-less child that caused her panic but the yellow brew in the glass pot: it was a reminder she came for coffee she never made. Work's cloud was angry; as its thunders struck her head for time wasted, 6 joyful voices sprinted by, a reminder that the true horror of Halloween is an inability to play. By Venus Alemanji Oh, what disarray—I can’t for the life of me find where I’ve misplaced my hands—under that blanket there, or by my fingernails?—where did I put my hands, my lovely hands that, when I first spotted them in that Boston wedding in 1922, I knew they just had to be mine. But there's the door, at least I have my face made up—oh my, don’t be shy—come on in and let me get a closer look at your lovely green eyes. By Jasper Lee-Lin Eerie Haikus [untitled] I went to the prom, had nobody to go with, we had a great time! By Ella Hoyt "waking to a nightmare" i imagine i don't daily dream of dying, but i know better By James Karroum "I open a door" It is standing—there In the middle of the hall A frown on its face By Jasper Lee-Lin "The dog" The dog from the street Barks and twitches in circles Til' its head falls off By Jasper Lee-Lin By Sarah Swackhamer
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