A New Kind of Literary Pulse

It wasn't everyday a hole ripped itself through the fabric of heaven, and it wasn't everyday someone fell through it.    Ochsa managed to achieve both in the span of one day.    Unfortunately ...  [+]

A woman headed out into the woods to look for her missing daughter. The forest began to turn dark, with shadows swallowing the leaves and darkness hungry to devour all in its grasp. The girl had not ...  [+]

Thanks for having me, Jim, I'm a huge fan of the show. No really. I used to watch your clips every night while rushing out assignments in my dorm room. Never thought I'd be one of your guests one ...  [+]

"Walk right up to that X and keep your feet planted the whole time. No pacing around," said a tall woman in a red blazer. She was clearly tuned into her earpiece but seemed an expert at having two ...  [+]

Their hands graze against each other as they walk by the river. The lights overbearing, the sounds overstimulating, and their hands just aching to hold another. They give in with an arm loop, the ...  [+]

In a small village in the Indian state of Haryana, every day the sun rose over the golden wheat fields and the sweet smell of freshly plowed earth resided in the air. Priyanka, the daughter of a ...  [+]

Cassius was smiling the last time I saw him. Every time I light a cigarette, I think of his smile; but once I start smoking, the thought fades away. I've been smoking a lot lately. It helps with ...  [+]

         We were both there that day at the playground.          We had been making our hot wheels float through the air. At that age we couldn't float anything heavier than a toy car, and even ...  [+]

Today is my birthday, again.   I ought to be happier, but I cannot help but feel only melancholy in this moment... I suppose I was happy.   ‘Do blow out your candles, dear. Your cake is getting ...  [+]

           The biting November wind swept the dead, crumpled leaves into the fire pit. It was quiet and ashy, specks of white soot falling away from the cracked logs. I stared at the blue tarp ...  [+]

I always prefer to stand just out of earshot. It helps keep me from listening to things I shouldn't hear. The irony is that I come from a family of eavesdroppers, the type who never bring a book to ...  [+]

Darkness.  
 That is all that I saw when I woke up in this place. My name? I try to remember what had happened to me. My name. My parents were always loving and caring for me. My name... is, let's ...  [+]

The magic of the unexpected is so special because it can come at a time when you need reassurance for your soul. For me, it came on this beautiful day in Kerala, India on April 21st. I was in India ...  [+]

It was, without doubt, the brightest and the coldest night of her life. All Aurora could do was stare at the moon, slack-jawed and wide-eyed.  Her body was unnaturally light as she pulled herself up ...  [+]

Once in a blue moon, I wrote a letter to you.
Lying on the verdant green bed sheet we stared at the ceiling embellished with glow-in-the-dark stars. With your voice steadily reciting the tale of ...  [+]

I walk through the concrete path winding through the gardens outside my college, looking around fondly at the white magnolias in bloom, its sweet scent in the air. Its petals match the fluffy clouds ...  [+]

I walked to the end of the world.    I used to visit all the time. The 11:55 AM ding that announced the end of third-period English and the beginning of lunch would lift me out of the dismal high ...  [+]

Chandra's vision was filled with bokeh in the soft neon lights at Luna. No, not the flower kind of bokeh but the technical-term-in-photography kind. She downed her drink and waved to the bartende ...  [+]