A New Kind of Literary Pulse

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 ...  [+]

My lungs became sore from screaming, but their ears did not become deaf from hearing as I continuously kept pleading to them to let me go. My head started to spin, and I felt pukish enclosed in that ...  [+]

"Welcome to Titan's. May I take your order?"
"Yes, I'd like a-"
"Chicken nuggets."
"Yes, I'd like a kid's chicken nugget meal-"
"And a McFlurry"
"And a McFlurry-"
"I'm sorry sir. We ...  [+]

It's dark and stormy, and I'm home alone. About twenty minutes ago I hopped in the shower for a quick rinse. But now that I think about it, I'm not sure actually how long ago it was. It could've been ...  [+]

Floating, weightless, in salty currents, my mind reclines into nothingness. Fluttering cerebellum pulsing its way to equilibrium, I fix my breath on the darkness expanding for miles behind my eyelids ...  [+]

He was young, but even in his young years Jacob Evers taught me more about life than any college professor I've known. When we were seven years old I loved to pick the sunflowers from the meadow ...  [+]

I was almost certain there was no one in that house.
Sometimes I saw the garage light on but, I mean, if it was electric anything could trigger it. There was a cat door and so I assumed ...  [+]

The wind whipped the salty spray through my hair, burning the cuts on my cheek made from Xander's stonesword. As the thunder clapped in the distance, bringing the inevitable doom of the Storm even ...  [+]

I'm dead again.
Another quick trip across the Styx or whatever one wishes to call this black void and
I'll be back on my feet.
I wonder who I will be in this life.
Man or woman?
Rich ...  [+]

A steel ball, otherwise harmless, hurled through the air, propelled by the ingenious mechanism of metal and gunpowder, an agent of certain doom. A perfect invention of death, the bullet cut through ...  [+]

I'm really sorry, Mr. Hogan. I didn't mean to get in trouble. I really do have a good explanation, I really do!

It's just that I always get hungry when I sit behind Maggie. You see, she has ...  [+]

It wouldn't matter that much, whether we lived or died. It mattered to us, sure, but in general, I mean. We would be just one more frozen corpse on a mountain. Like ornaments on a tree. This tree ...  [+]