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Are you a writer yourself? An editor perhaps? Or someone who loves to help others and would love to be a part of our community? Come on and take a look at the open positions, see if any of them suit you! CURRENT POSITIONS: Graphic Designer, Administrative Assistant, Book Admin, Promoter

Ripping up the rule book has never seemed so tempting. Cutting, scratching, scribbling, tearing into little pieces. I cut between the lines carefully, ignoring the urge. I take strips of paper and line them up, sticking my tongue out in concentration. I paste the words over a piece of cardboard, leaving some spaces in between to be added to later. I brush small bits of paper off my lap and onto the floor. I nod with satisfaction, and lean the project on the wall to dry. I'll outline the spaces tomorrow. I walk out of the room, leaving it quiet and empty. The light shining in through the opened blinds cover the carpeted floor, giving the room a dream-like quality. The project on the wall sits there, motionless, yet brilliant in it's ordered chaos. "I WAS NEVER ONE FOR RULES"

❝what does it take to heal the bruised soul?❞ © aluminates || trigger warning: some content may be potentially harmful to readers as it explores mature themes. reader discretion advised || [completed] STARTED: 31 JULY, 2017. COMPLETED: 10 OCTOBER, 2020. lowercase intended.

❝is incarcerating me setting you free?❞ © aluminates || trigger warning: some content may be potentially harmful to readers as it explores mature themes. reader discretion advised || [completed] STARTED: 31 MAY, 2017. COMPLETED: 27 JULY, 2017. highest rank: #12 in poetry. lowercase intended.