A black typewriter sits on a desktop with stationary and pictures around it. A blank page sits in the typewriter just waiting for inspiration
I need more typewriters in my life.

No Small Parts is a teeny tiny story library for creative expression. The challenge — to write a complete story in just a few lines or a paragraph.

Can you get to the heart of the story, create an impact or change the trajectory of someone’s life in a few lines? I believe you can. If you want to be a writer for this publication, send me mail at hello@createtherules.com with a teeny tiny proposal of what you want to share here.

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A black typewriter sits on a desktop with stationary and pictures around it. A blank page sits in the typewriter just waiting for inspiration
I really need more typewriters in my life.

No Small Parts is a teeny tiny story library for creative expression. The challenge — to write a complete story in just a few lines or a paragraph.

Can you get to the heart of the story, create an impact or change the trajectory of someone’s life in a few lines? I believe you can. If you want to be a writer for this publication, send me mail at hello@createtherules.com with a teeny tiny proposal of what you want to share here.

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people playing the game jenga
We build it up just to make it unstable and fragile

In High School, our Drama class decided to do a whole 120 min performance on the various types of abuse — physical, emotional, verbal, familial, sexual — we really covered it all in a composite of skits created by the students.

No one questioned why the students chose the topics they wrote about and performed or why they knew such topics intimately at 15 & 16 years old.

But as a result, we learned how to fall to the ground when theatrically slapped or punched. You tuck your leg, on the side you’re falling down on, behind your other leg and fall on the meaty part of your thigh and the back of your upper arm so you don’t break anything.

Thirty years later, I am still falling easily and writing about the things that happen to me personally.

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some delicious bread loaf with cinnamon sticks
Not Zucchini Bread but still just as delicious as the relationship with my mother.

I asked my mom for a picture of me in grade 6 for a story I am writing.

She said she was looking for a picture of me, but then she found a recipe for zucchini cake. She couldn’t remember if it was a good recipe or not, so she had to stop looking for my picture and make the recipe to see if it was worth keeping the recipe.

And now I see that perhaps, my ADHD is hereditary.

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Marissa Loewen

Marissa Loewen

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Business Strategist, Community Enthusiast, Idea Catalyst & lover of BIG bold questions, the answers & the spaces in between. www.createtherules.com