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Short Fiction

The Knickknack Tree

Allison Judd

It was sunny outside. Bright, almost blinding. Oliver sulked and sweated on his way home from work. His car had broken down earlier that morning, so he had walked the arduous one mile to the nearest ...  [+]
Creative Nonfiction

Gold Ribbons

Allison Judd

My hair started falling out about three weeks into treatment. I expected clumps (for the doctors, websites, and survivors said, "expect clumps"), and I imagined my hair falling out in neatly packaged ...  [+]
Short Fiction

Bloody Sky, Only Fifty

JC Leishman

Nestled between two hills, the small capital city overlooked a vast plain of golden grass and the occasional thin redish tree. A series of small streams weaved their way between the trees like veins ...  [+]
Short Fiction

Use Me, Holly

Payton Andreadakis

Normally Cayden would've been excited to take his little sister to Critter's Vintage to pick up her birthday present, but he wasn't at the moment. The day's activities had been very minimal. Serenity ...  [+]
Poetry
Poetry

worms

Brielle Williams

Whenever it rains,
I look for worms on the ground.
When I see one,
I like to pick it up and ...  [+]
Poetry
Poetry
Creative Nonfiction

Tick-Tock

Kylee Bergstresser

Tick-tock, tick-tock; the sound the clock would be making if it were actually working, but instead we're stuck at 5:47. It's only a practice test, but practice or not my pulse quickens and my body ...  [+]
Poetry
Short Fiction

Old Friend

Lauren Fichten

October is my favorite month — and not just because it's the month of my birth. Maybe it has something to do with the crispness of the air contrasting the warmth of woolen hats and scarves, and the ...  [+]
Short Fiction

Like a Revelation

Ashley Figuera

Even while lying down, Junie feels like her body is on fire.

Maya runs her fingers through the surface of her skin, almost like Junie is a treasure to behold. Her hands follow the crevices of ...  [+]
Poetry
Poetry
Creative Nonfiction

Humanity

Alexis Johansen

The red light has me squirming in my seat. My tight bladder makes waiting to pull into the gas station across the road an eternity. Just as I am sure that warm liquid will soon be streaming down my ...  [+]
Poetry
Short Fiction

Dancer

Annika Carlson

Death was a surprisingly wonderful dancer.
He carried a haunting beauty about him as we moved across the floor, an etherealness of presence that went beyond his mantle. To call Death intimidating ...  [+]
Short Fiction

The Yellow Leaf

Henry Ashworth

She looked at him from across the gallery; tall, athletic, light eyes and dark hair, well-kept but not overly so. He looked like the type that was probably here with an INGO or a government agency ...  [+]