Poetry
Short Fiction

Mine

Grayson Yount

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 ... [+]

Poetry
Short Fiction

Running

Doug Balster

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 ... [+]

Short Fiction

Breaking the Cycle

Emmy Fultz

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 ... [+]

Short Fiction

Trapped

Jasper Gillard

"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. ... [+]

Poetry
Short Fiction

Koré Kosmou

Skyler Garrett

As Joe arrived at the train yard, he could think only of his wet socks. The fierce rain had covered every inch of his body, and he didn't bring a change of clothes. Joe stood a few hundred yards ahead ... [+]

Short Fiction

Pierrot

Karen Chan

"Get a hold of yourself, Lucas." David Freeman, my benefactor put his hand on my shoulders.
"Have I told you not to enter the lab without my permission? I thought we had an understanding." I ... [+]

Poetry
Short Fiction

Bottle It Up

Willa Hale

I try not to stay in here for long. It's better to be in and out, to forget the ugly side of it. All around me, advanced biotech glass jars line the shelves, crowded together as much as possible. The ... [+]

Short Fiction

The Wind of the Night

Patrick Smith-LaBombard

The half crescent moon hung in the dark sky like a fishhook in deep water. Its luster was radiant and every cloud in the sky seemed to avoid its lure. The dark clouds' dim grimace paled in comparison ... [+]

Poetry
Poetry
Short Fiction

The Diary

A. Cheuk

28th March, Tuesday afternoon again. The girl comes, sitting in the front of the classroom. She wears a white dress today with a long sleeve coat. She looks so weak, she always wears a long sleeve ... [+]

Short Fiction
Poetry
Short Fiction

The Gift of Sharing

Allison Price

In a magical world there lived a man who was blessed with everything life had to offer. He knew of no pleasure that was not his to enjoy. This man had a great many gifts; so many, in fact, it's ... [+]