Short Fiction

An Adventure story: Miner

Lovina Woo

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 ... [+]

Poetry
Poetry
Creative Nonfiction

A Chinese New Year Banquet

Danni Zhou

The Chinese New Year was approaching. The muffled chimes of the temple bell froze in the air. The eerie orange hue of the sky mingled with the light cyan mist. Few pedestrians ducked their heads like ... [+]

Short Fiction

MError

Wing Yin Ho

(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 ... [+]

Poetry
Creative Nonfiction

swim.

Emily Gajda

At 10 A.M., Wells Beach, Maine was too quiet.

I should've been in New York City, working at the publishing house that offered me that internship back in March. I should've been waking up at 7 A.M ... [+]

Short Fiction

A Drizzle

Christopher C

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 ... [+]

Poetry
Creative Nonfiction

The Shape of an Urchin

Ryan Phillips

The empty street seemed brighter than it had a few hours earlier and my eyes began to adjust. Maybe it seemed that way because I had spent the last two hours watching a movie. Or the sun had just ... [+]

Short Fiction

Chance Predictions

Ry Forsythe

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 ... [+]

Creative Nonfiction
Creative Nonfiction

Someone You Know

Andrew Hoffman

JANUARY 2020. 7234 miles from Chicago, China reports the first death from a novel coronavirus. There is no evidence it can spread among humans.
I'm commuting to school and two women on the train are ... [+]

Poetry
Poetry
Short Fiction

Cream & Sugar

Lindsey Banks

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 ... [+]

Short Fiction

The Scarf

Stig Ruan

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 ... [+]

Poetry