allen

🇨🇳+🇺🇸/🇨🇦 HSPVA creative writing sophomore. been writing for five years since fifth grade. my older fiction works are dogshit so watch out

https://www.tumblr.com/texastendy-29

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allen

🇨🇳+🇺🇸/🇨🇦 HSPVA creative writing sophomore. been writing for five years since fifth grade. my older fiction works are dogshit so watch out

https://www.tumblr.com/texastendy-29

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AMERICANA

allen

1 min read

WE ARE COWBOYS

THEY DUMB US DOWN TO BULLRIDERS AND VIOLENCE

STUBBORNLY OLD-FASHIONED, FOCUSED ON A SELF-IMPOSED SURVIVAL.

I DON'T WANT TO RUN OUT OF REASON AND BE THE BURDEN OF PEOPLE'S MISCONCEPTIONS

SYNONYMOUS WITH THIS ROMANTICIZED, RUGGED

MASCULINE IDEAL OF TEXAS

TO DRAW AN AMERICANA CROWD

AND UNFLATTERING PORTRAYALS

FADED INTO TOURIST TRAP PRIDE.

TO BE MISUNDERSTOOD IS THE SAME AS DYING...

Poetry

Western

Shoulder Pains

allen

4 min read

Life is like a sharp stick; it's not the best analogy, Sergei admits, but it works well enough. Life is like a sharp stick in the way where you can either cultivate the baby leaflings or stab someone in the gut and leave splinters.

This woman, decidedly, has used her sharp points for the stabbing option.

It's not exactly a sharp stick that has Sergei pinned through the shoulder, anchoring him to...

Action

Drama

on the topic of fighter pilots

allen

1 min read

there are a thousand people inside my head and each one of them finds something wrong in every thing i do except for when i fly because in the stomach of this metal leviathan the only man in the sky is me

_And once you have tasted flight, you will [forever] walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you [will always long to] return._

_John Hermes Secondari, ...

Poetry

Thriller

i will never; i don't remember

allen

1 min read

i will never go back home

i will never go back

i will never go back to where i took my first steps

i don't remember my first steps, too much of my life has gotten in the way ever since

i will never go back to the house with carpet floors

i don't remember anything but hardwood floors

i will never go back to hating my big brother

i don't remember him ever being younger than 18

i will never go back ...

Poetry

Ouroboros

allen

1 min read

holy bird, hit the ground, dead dove won’t come back around

time will tell, one day you’ll die, weep and kiss don’t say goodbye

give a little get a little give it all and get fucked

let it go and miss it later leave it all and get stuck

cycle it, cycle it, oh my love you bite too hard

ouroboros, great snake you sank your teeth in much too far

to hell with it, it’s hell i reckon, come on babe let...

Poetry

Romance

i wish you could have been my big brother a little bit sooner

allen

2 min read

i sit at your spot at the table and i think do i want to be you or do i just miss you,

mom says i’m turning into you,

i think it's just me trying to fill the space.

i take naps in your bed and read books on your carpet and pretend you're in the room down the hall;

i look at the couch you played video games on and i sit there and stare at the wall;

i leave bottles of water around the house like how...

Poetry

why some scars are raised

allen

1 min read

when someone hurts you intentionally that is sin, it is sin, sin, sin, slithering its way beneath your skin, raising a scar, be it a reminder or a trophy for all to see that says yes yes yes i won this fight and this is my reward and even when it’s a helping wound beneath the blade of a scalpel or point of a needle and thread the hurt is all the same and your scars will raise and bubble with blood...

Poetry

overtime

allen

1 min read

the game has gone to overtime again.

the game has got our teeth aching, white-knuckled grip on nothing

the game has us praying for a last-minute buzzer beater, a final act of god

the game has the next shift hurting, yet we still believe ourselves to be divine

the game has us all thinking _it’s gonna be me i just know i’ll make sure of it_

the game has gone to overtime again.

the game has tha...

Poetry

Media Day

allen

5 min read

[fair warning: this piece is 1.2k words. if you're looking for a snippet, this isn't it.]

[not super accurate to the prompt, just wanted to write some dialogue.]

“He’s like some neurotic trapped prey animal. Look at him,” Rally says, jerking his head in Voraček’s general direction across the kindergarten classroom. “He deserves a break, at least this time.”

Yen looks up from where he’s directi...

YA fiction

Drama

palindrome poem - overtime

allen

1 min read

today is the fourth of july.

living here in one of those rural suburbs that folks build around lakes,

every house has a wind chime.

it’s not time for fireworks; the sun is still out.

i should be out of my element.

a small chinese girl in a group of big american boys.

it’s strange.

street hockey.

beach football,

freeze tag.

we play any game that ends in skinned knees.

someone yells for u...

Poetry