Short Fiction

The First Word of the World

Aster Yan Cheng

She sat by her master’s bedside. The master wizard had been badly injured by the undead during the day’s battle and would likely not survive the night.
“Come here, I have one last thing to ... [+]

Poetry

Remus

Tad Decker

O Romulus my brother dear,
I fought by thee for time unknown,
I breathe the air of life no ... [+]

Short Fiction

A Day in Blyth

Jaden Lee

“Did you hear about SADS?”
“What?”
“Sudden Arrhythmia Death Syndrome.”
“What’s that supposed to be?”
“Don’t you read the news, Archie?”
Archie shrugged lamely ... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

New Jeans

Rebecca Varnell

I didn’t tell anyone that I cried.
After we’d come back from the store, my roommates each reluctantly headed back to their rooms, to the homework they’d left undone. I lingered in the living ... [+]

Short Fiction

It’s Just Wood

Lisa Christensen

The spiderweb of the plum tree's bare branches let through a shaft of light just bright enough that it illuminated the sawdust that puffed forward with every stroke of the handsaw. Alynn focused on ... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

Bone Deep

Alexis Dykes

My bones belong on the East Coast. Or maybe they belong to it. Whatever the case, they certainly seem to think it’s the only proper place to be. Bones can think things like that, I suppose, even ... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

Meadows and Mountains

Scotlyn Turner

I remember when I moved to Utah.
I had gotten in the moving van, stepping off the road of my childhood home for the last time. Now, I hear the hammering thrum of the vehicle drive away, my ... [+]

Short Fiction

Wine Salt With Tears

Brittney Hatchett

They call him the god of wine. Patron of madness and revelry. Deity of theatre and protector of the confused, the misfit, and the outcast. His names include Eleutherios, the liberator. Bacchus ... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

Lord of the Mice

Kyle Tanner

Youth activities at church always aimed to teach us some new skill. We rarely fantasized about service projects and even the most honorable among us would likely miss a “wonderful opportunity” if ... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

The Sweet Kiss of Wilderness

Amanda Lovell

We were driving down Highway 37 on our way back from Dawson City, Yukon. We had been on the road for almost three weeks and we were spent. Long days of driving long B.C. roads that carried few people ... [+]