Clare McCullough

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Poetry

Ocean Calling

I’ve been starving and all I can grab onto are  your  words Ballooning up Strings hanging down As if waiting for my fingers To pull

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Poetry

Repeating Thoughts

I repeat thoughts a lot Like I love you I miss you I just wanna kiss you What should I have for Dinner today. Should

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Short Story

The Flight of the Yellowjacket

Cass’s violin strings resonated. Tasting the anticipation building thick on her tongue like honey, she cleared her throat and checked her posture. With gentleness, she wielded her bow up and across her body. Her touch lighter than a breeze buzzed across the strings. She tilted her head as she adjusted her grip on the bow. The knobs creaked as she adjusted the tuning. Sound shook her shoulder and discharged a thrill into the pit of her stomach. 

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Short Story

Crucifix

A young receptionist yawned as the phone rang behind her. The receiver sat black and blocky. She released it and put it up to her ear with a soft click. Its wire tangle of tight spirals clacked on the desk. 

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Poetry

Snap of the Whip

Whimpering fire Snap of the Whip Stones grinding then Clack Clack Clack Flame spills over the wood Crack Crack Crack The wind blows less gentle

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