A New Kind of Literary Pulse

Scheduled to leave on the 0620 flight to Stockholm, this time she packed light since it was a short run. Arriving at the coffee shop in the terminal, she orders breakfast a little earlier than usual ...  [+]

"Next stop, Tsim Sha Tsui Station"

As soon as I stepped out of the carriage, I walked towards the roof garden platform of the parking lot of Harbour City. I put on my headphones, I sat on the ...  [+]

It was weird that I had never considered strangling myself with a tie. While pondering upon my previous trials, I removed the tie from the shirt, wrapped it around my neck, and cinched it as tightly ...  [+]

I had been working at the diner for like, a year and a half. The place off the highway, outside that little butt-scrap of a town. It was an okay joint, with a couple of cracked vinyl seats and ...  [+]

"Shite." Seamus sighed, as he watched the sun fall over the horizon.

He hadn't meant to spend so much time in town. Now he was paying for it. He sighed, he couldn't wait to get back to Maeve ...  [+]

TW: blood, m*rder

When I came back to consciousness, my head hurt. I felt the light through my closed eyelids, and even though I realized that if I opened my eyes, it would hurt more, the ...  [+]

It was a night like any other, but "any other night" would not be described like this one. The stars came out as usual, but unlike usual they lacked their familiar gleam. A full moon was in the sky ...  [+]

The word of the moment: petrichor.

It is the smell of earth after rain. The word slides off your tongue like dewdrops from a leaf – a combination of the thick golden blood of gods and the ...  [+]

I saw the fairies. They were beautiful. Little streaks of gold and blue, shimmering and shining in the green forest behind Grandma's house. I like Grandma's house. It's really warm and cozy, and Mom ...  [+]

Horn rimmed glasses walk in with a jingle of the bell at the door. They scan the room taking in the layered lights and the tiered tables. Jazz floats around the room.
The glasses fall on a small ...  [+]

When children play games, the games become much more than an activity to pass time or something just for fun, games become reality. When I was young, I had a very competitive spirit and a large ...  [+]

Age 3 was the age you realized you had a friend. You saw him smile at you every day and told you of the great things you could do. You knew that nothing would be able to separate you and your friend ...  [+]

I remember when I was a nesting,I would stay in my bird nest and wait for my mom to feed me,my sisters and brothers some sticky earthworms or crunchy crickets.I would say that it was the best time in ...  [+]

They tell you she was wearing your shoes. The pinchy black stilettos, the ones with the painted silver heels. The paint is cracking now, and they're a size too small for you, but you never got rid of ...  [+]

It's over.

What? No.

Yeah I'm done.

No baby don't do this.

No stop. I've been patient with you long enough. I can't keep going on like this.

Please. Let's talk this ...  [+]

A cylinder rests in the center of a Lake. Not big, nor small, the top just barely visible over the cool of the water. The walls are thin, and it doesn't look solid.

Sotle's out on his raft in the ...  [+]

The General's black polished boots clicked across the cold concrete slabs of the prison. It had been decades since he had served as a frontline soldier but his strides still held the memory of those ...  [+]

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!
"It's the police, I'm here because of a noise complaint!"
Officer Paltro puts his ear to the door, and waits. SLAM. What seemed to sound like a massive piece of furniture ...  [+]