A New Kind of Literary Pulse

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. ...  [+]

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 ...  [+]

"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 ...  [+]

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 ...  [+]

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 ...  [+]

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 ...  [+]

The night before Jen touched down on Earth, I was holed up in Rachel's bedroom in Houston. We had both made a valiant, fruitless effort to sleep; now it was three in the morning. Sometime around one ...  [+]