A New Kind of Literary Pulse

The hardest thing I will ever do is to let you go.
I’m thinking of holding you, your sweet weight in my hands so fragile-soft and impossible. New. Your eyes were the blue of the babies who ... [+]

One night, as the party at the campus’s hostel was slowly losing its vigor, I decided that it was time for me to call it a night. It was late, and I was lucky to be able to catch the last tram home ... [+]

Do you know how it feels to be replaced? Its like your heart is being squeezed. Like your lost with nowhere to go. seeing your friends laughing with someone else. seeing him with his arm around ... [+]

It was a black sky that I saw when I finally put the pen down. There were times when I almost ended up asking myself why I did this, day after day. Why I chose to spend my nights in solitude, hunched ... [+]

It’s been eight months since I’ve known her. We met through mutual friends; our first date was at a coffee shop off of 15th and Grand. We sat at the window seat and watched the cars go by ... [+]

I am floating through a black nothingness. I can’t see anything. It’s like a thousand shadows are covering me.
Wait, I think I see some light. What is that? What am I seeing? Is that my ... [+]

I lost my job on a Friday, and I went home with this strange, weighted feeling about me.
Jim, my now-former boss, is a good guy. He let me know about the situation instead of just canning me.
It ... [+]

An offensive beeping sound shatters my dreams. I could easily drift back to sleep again once the cacophony ceases, but the movement of My Love stirs my old bones to attention: the comforting weight of ... [+]

The yard adjacent to his porch reeked of ragweed with every step he took. Gnats would alight from the prickled stems. He shook his head at the imprint his foot left.
“Growing fast this ... [+]

Once there were a group of teenagers in the woods looking for this mysterious creature called the alpha they heard about in the news while they were looking around they say glowing red eyes in the ... [+]

I perched in my usual spot in the family room, listening to the sounds of the house flowing around me. In the next room Bailey’s nails clicked on the tile. She slurped from her bowl, lapping ... [+]

The dazzling, sandy yellow Brazilian beach stretched as far as the eye could see. The enlightened, fresh and cold sea was calm but there were giant waves.
I was holding my pale-blue surf-board ... [+]

To Whom It May Concern:
If you're reading this, then it means i've failed. More appropriately stated: I've failed to find the source of silence and the peace it brings. My life's work feels ... [+]

I can’t believe that I’m sitting here with man whom I was going to marry and I love my cat more.
Or do I? it’s not exactly loving the cat more, maybe its just understanding him through his ... [+]

Today was the day, there was no question about it. I was near the front of the exit and it was Saturday night, nearing 11PM. The doors would swing open for just a few seconds and I had secured an ... [+]

I saw a man, a handsome man. He was with a boy clearly his son who may have been about 15 years old. The boy had the same features as his father though more delicate. He has fine blond hair and ... [+]

The slapping of raindrops...
For several hours it is the only sound he has been hearing, this heavy rain that from time to time hits the barrel of his musket.
He sits there, only protected by ... [+]

The taxi stopped where the road came to a dead end, at the cliff’s edge. The driver offered directions in a charming Scottish brogue. ‘The cottage is down there. Follow the path to the rocks.’ ... [+]