Short Fiction

A Marriage Short Story

Jared Brockbank

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 ... [+]

Poetry
Creative Nonfiction

Czech Tears

Jared Brockbank

A young boy no older than twelve sits on a bus at a station. Sitting behind him is a foreigner. Outside the widow are presumably the boy's parents and younger sister. The boy's backpack and durable ... [+]

Poetry
Poetry
Short Fiction

Drylake

sarz savage

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 ... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

Fuck the purple lights

sarz savage

We pulled up to the vegan ice cream truck. It was closed.
"What? I swear it said open 'til nine." Ryan checked his phone. "Yeah, see?"
He handed me the phone. It did.
"What do you want to do?" ... [+]

Poetry

Ambivalence

Anna Sze

A long-lost hero,
Probably, my long-lasting anti-hero.
An insecure hopeful mind,
Stings ... [+]

Short Fiction

Traitor

Alexander Broznitsky

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 ... [+]

Short Fiction

Courage and Gray

Kira Thiphavong

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 ... [+]

Poetry
Poetry

Oh, Covid

Joyee Woo

Oh, Covid. You sudden, mysterious being.
Your arrival is so conspiratorial
The name of ... [+]

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 ... [+]