A New Kind of Literary Pulse

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 ...  [+]

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 ...  [+]

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 ...  [+]

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 ...  [+]

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 ...  [+]

"Did you clock in?" The other secretary's voice cuts into my thoughts. I blink, "yes, I- uh huh," came my distracted response. My focus isn't on the schedule, or even on the monitor directly in front ...  [+]

There was trouble in the air. My naïveté did not sense it. The distrust. The greed. Nobody could sense its forthcoming. It was September of 2013, and my family and I were heading to a celebration. Of ...  [+]

I watch you light a cigarette through the hazy glass and, avoiding my gaze, turn your wedding ring around absentmindedly. You slip it off into your pocket, the outline of the ring making an imprint in ...  [+]