Your eyes were staircases spiraling inside towering licorice lighthouses; I watched some nights when you’d pry open my craters and release my moths and let them collect on your glittering railings. Your pupils shined on my royal violet failings, but you always loved to blink my name. Speaking of poetry, it's the middle of…
I was in Wales when I realized that God is everywhere. Tintern Abbey was lathered in light. I tilted my head back to gaze at the monastery, the pillars, the blackened stone. I looked down at the fresh, soft grass speckled with daisies and bumble bees. I felt as if this place, this place of…
2B or Not 2B's monthly writing contest has been on hiatus for a few months due to a busy summer. However, I'm happy to say that we are now back in business! Submissions are currently open; if you would like to submit any piece of your writing, you may do so here. Every month there will…
It is seven in the morning. The sun barely grazes her fingers across the horizon’s bare back, and she kisses his shoulder as if she is afraid to wake him. Soon, though, he will open his eyes and rumble the lakes and rivers to life; he will start tsunamis; he will open reservoirs. The sun…
I would like to congratulate Temidayo for being May's prose winner of the 2B or Not 2B website! This piece especially stood out to me due to its modern applications. Massive, global societal issues exist, yet they are merely glanced over by the media and Western culture. I hope you will enjoy this piece as much as…
I steal the silence. The air is crisp tonight, and my chest hums with a certain happiness, a broken quiet. My lungs are feathers molting noiselessly between breaths; in, out. Slowly, I bury my toes into the soil and I feel them thrum below the earth. The roots of the trees spread signals across my feet; primitive…
Happy Sunday! I would like to congratulate Sakshi (AKA the Escapist) for being April’s prose winner of the 2B or Not 2B website! Her writing is filled with simplistic imagery and genuine emotions, and I'm so happy to be able to share her work. Her piece "Unfamiliar Contentment” effortlessly depicts a father's love for his newborn child. You can explore Sakshi's…
Between the crevices in the syntax, the sentence, the subject, punctuation serves as an altar to ideas that cannot be connected by splinters or nails. Exclamation marks that yell also scream out tales. Gentle commas swirl into periods, like silk but even softer and create something that serves the crevices between the icons and…
I pad across cobblestone streets and watch as the sky releases fleets of dark grey and water-color yellow-- Big Ben punctures the clouds. I ask him where I am and he bends his head, exhales a gust of bells and a metallic groan: “A world away from your own.” Something swells in my chest and…
Happy Sunday, everyone! I would like to congratulate Ralph Alley III (AKA Connor) for being March's poetry winner of the 2B or Not 2B website! His writing follows a narrative structure and truly transports the reader to a different world. His poem “Beyond Our Dreams" shows how poetry can easily become a device of story-telling. Every month there…
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