Short Fiction

Boat Jail

Joe Rule

Fucking boat jail. What a farce. There's some sort of nautical name for it - at the moment it escapes me; although I'm not sure where it would escape to, considering I'm locked in this farcical ... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

Downtown Funeral Parlour

Zhouyuan Xu

"No!" was the cry of my heart as he left me. Despair added, whispered in my heart. It was so genuine; thanks for the gut-wrenching terror that jolted me awake, pulling me out of this nightmare. The ... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

Saudades do Brasil

Eloisa Janson

"This is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen," said Joseph, looking outside from the apartment balcony on the 9th floor.
"I cannot believe we arrived just in time for the sunrise!" ... [+]

Poetry
Poetry
Creative Nonfiction

Wilson

Gillian Byrd

I have a quiet father. Not quiet like a rock, but quiet like a book. He is particular with his words, as if they were stepping stones. He is collected, not scattered. Firm, not flaky. Resolute, not ... [+]

Creative Nonfiction
Short Fiction

The Drawing Board

Orion Arthur Kolev

It was another late night for Lacey in Wright Hall.
Being an architecture major entailed countless hours of drawing, erasing, and fervently redrawing aside others in her cohort, all to realize a ... [+]

Poetry
Poetry
Creative Nonfiction
Short Fiction

First Kiss

Avery Lloyd

I'd bolted out the door faster than I could say goodbye. The soup pot in my grocery sack clanked as I skipped across the street, just like I had a few nights ago. Apparently one of her friends had ... [+]

Poetry
Poetry

Tears

Alex West

Another reads what their lover has written,
As a train passes by,
Leaving tears on a page ... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

Guilt Me Into Staying

Avery Lloyd

They were best friends. One died during the summer, the other eight months later, to the day. The Wall Street Journal article said that his parents had long since torn the blood-stained carpet out of ... [+]

Poetry
Short Fiction

The Vase

Timothy Jafek

I see the vase shatter. It slides innocently off the box my husband is carrying in from the truck. I reach impulsively to catch it, but it's too late. Almost in slow motion, small pieces break off ... [+]

Poetry