A New Kind of Literary Pulse

 Ephesta's feet dangled off the rotting end boards of the dock, back and forth in a pendulum swing over the opalescent foam of the briny black sea. The rags around her shoulders prevented little ... [+]

 "Well, there's lots of things along the roa-,"  I peeled my elbows off of the vinyl counter. I think someone is coming up. They are. Damn. I take out my earbuds. "Find everything alright?" I ... [+]

I sit in my bed  bang my head against the wall.  Two am in the morning  And I have been wide awake since 10. And I have tried everything! Tea, honey, milk, melatonin, reading, watching a ... [+]

There are thirty seconds until the guillotine's blade falls through your neck.   Thirty.   You take a second to scan the crowd. Your people are jeering and calling for your death. You, the ... [+]

The man didn't know where he was. He looked down at his feet, feeling betrayed by them. Why was he here? His feet stared back silently at this accusation. The man tried to regain his senses but it ... [+]

I was sitting alone one day in this dive bar back in 2010 after long car road I made for a work trip. I don't remember much of this bar but I do remember this creepy guy walking into the bar. He ... [+]

 I walked into my local thrift store one day and found a pair of chaps. I was quite sure it's genuine leather, I don't know much about leather but it didn't feel like that tacky plastic wrap ... [+]

In the desolate silence of a world gone dark, a man wandered through the ruins, the weight of solitude pressing down on him. Months had passed since he'd seen another soul, and the echo of his own ... [+]

I know most people stop living with their parents right after high school, but that wasn't me. I didn't move out until I turned 20. I was just so terrified of living on my own. Paying bills, buying ... [+]

As my head emerged through the surface of the ocean, I was met with vision of nature. Looking west, I saw an endless array of water hitting the skyline in a perfect horizontal line. Looking east, I ... [+]

"Don't point at the moon, or your ears will be cut!"   My mother slapped my hand down. I wasn't exactly the curious type, nor the sharpest. When she turned away, I lifted my finger toward the ... [+]

A man she had not known was wearing the skin of the boy she had known all her life. His rust-brown eyes, the roundness of his lips, and the mole near his collarbone were the same pieces of desire ... [+]

Melinda hears the wind blowing outside when her hands are buried in a bowl full of lotus seeds. If she were out in the woods, she could feel the autumn chills running down her spine. Yet she chooses ... [+]

Once in a blue moon as the moonlight reflects off the rippling waves, glittering like stars in a silk sky, I feel the thread between worlds loosen. Gaps in the seams. I wade in, slowly at first ... [+]

One Blue Moon   Best Paired with: a gallon of fear and a sliver of courage   Cook time: the next six months (trust me, it's worth it.)   Wet Ingredients: 1 year of unbelief, a splash of ... [+]

     One morning, sometime before I woke up, Rachel transformed into a flock of birds, though flock might not be appropriate, since each of them is completely unique. There's a woodpecker, a ... [+]

The moon is not enough to light up the room or scare away the "monsters." At 21, I still struggle with sleeping in the quiet and hollow darkness. It is lonely, cold, and stern—a void of nothingness ... [+]

The journal of Oliver Andrew Wong, formerly of the Yorktown Institute of Travel, class of '32   October 7th, 2034: It had seemed an unfair statement to call it a scam, but there it was. Very ... [+]