A New Kind of Literary Pulse

We used to build. Back when I was a child, we built cities and palaces, temples and towers. We built relationships and communities and nations. We built artwork and music. I don't know when we ...  [+]

It was the end of summer.
The sun grew into a large, old asphalt ball that tardily melted down. Waves of heat rose off the ground, and the figures of Nguyet and her aged horse weaved slowly within ...  [+]

1) It is late-night, and nearly morning, you're returning home with an oil light. It warms your cold left hand. You think it as usual: it's better than none. You start to count how much you just ...  [+]

(Me2 created this group MError.)
(Me2 added Me1)

Me2: Hi @Me1
Me1: Hi Me2! :D
Me2 You were running late to school today.
Me1: I know... :-/
Me2: You were late for one minute...
Me1 ...  [+]

The man and the boy sat quietly in their lodge as the storm raged outside. The sun had long faded and exhaled its last breath of warmth. It was the boy's first time in this place, his first time ...  [+]

Steam from neon signs faded into the night while this city bustled with people despite the weather. So, sanctuary was found in the darkness of alleys, where no mortals felt safe enough to walk down ...  [+]

I had my very first sip of coffee when I was 6 years old. Dad picked me up from school one Monday afternoon in his grey Toyota Corolla and took me straight to the Deja Brew in town. He didn't even ...  [+]

Lihong: cold, cold, the coldness of hell. How they walked on the roads together, Libei with Lihua curled between sore breasts, Lihua wound up in the scarf. Sometimes Lihong carried Lihua. But she was ...  [+]

"Perhaps it's true what they say, and people do meet in dreams." He said. "I know because I saw you in mine."

And he had.
They'd met in Paris. But it was a cleaner, more abstract Paris ...  [+]

Rain pattered softly outside the frosted window. He saw her standing in the cafe, sweeping the floor. Night was settling on the city, two lamp posts illuminating the street as darkness nestled around ...  [+]

Alyssa's pulses were getting weaker and weaker. A bed near the wall with a magpie painting which Alyssa was lying on. Evans looked at his watch, he realized it had been twenty-six hours since Alyssa's ...  [+]

Macy was trying to run through the sweaty, claustrophobic crowd. There were too many people to be spotted or cared about. You could become anyone in this crowd—or no one at all.

There were ...  [+]

Mallory showed up around February, maybe the end of January. Whenever it was, it was like 2 weeks after Piper left. My mom had this planned for a few months I think, but they never said anything about ...  [+]

The rain fell in sheets, obscuring all but the road directly in front of me. As my fingers fumble to tie my horse, I can feel the damp cold worming its way through my overcloak and into my bones. I ...  [+]

My father used to tell me stories to help me sleep, about the mandrakes and the golems and the nymphs. The stories always ended the same way—don't mess with things you don't know about. He warned me ...  [+]

Once again another contender wishes to chance his luck. Every day it seems that an ill-fated man steps up to the starting line trying to win my hand in marriage. Despite the fact that I can outrun ...  [+]

I was perched on a bench outside Burge Residence Hall in an effort to look as pretentious as possible. My old friend Amelia called me as I read a book of poetry with my legs daintily crossed, my coat ...  [+]

"You want some dinner, Jon?"
Jon threw up on the only living shrub in this godforsaken desert. It didn't deserve to be soaked in scarlet puke.
"We have plenty of food."
"Gods!" Jon moaned. ...  [+]