A New Kind of Literary Pulse

What a packed schedule I have had this year. My last stop today is in the aftermath of violent protests. There are so many names here that are on my list. 
Just two days ago, these streets still ...  [+]

i've never fixed a flat tire before i told everyone i knew how to
i told a girl who was the most beautiful girl i'd seen in the last 5 minutes that i knew how to fix a flat and i told her this ...  [+]

8.21pm:
Roughly three and a half hours till midnight. My fingers hurt from all the typing and the use of the trackpad on my laptop this past week. But above all else, my eyes hurt the most. I would ...  [+]

"Nobody said this was going to be easy, Robert," Anne said, locking her stern gaze on him.   Moving closer, she continued in a softer tone, almost as if echoing the voice in his head, "Think about it ...  [+]

It was just a fun bet between his drinking buddies and him as they sat at the coffee shop, staring at the screen above and the football match playing on it. Jack had placed 10 dollars on one of the ...  [+]

My grandmother's mind was a bank. In the wage against age, words eroded to snow, the soft slough of rivers. Her love dove in circles of code, floating figures homed in red spaces. The wordless ...  [+]

"I saw something last night."   The Marooned didn't stir at these words. He remained crouched on the shore, hairy feet burrowing under the same sand as the crab he was hunting. The Englishman ...  [+]

The rain-slick rooftop makes Ige's boots squeak as he runs. The thud, thud, thud of the guard's boots behind him matched his heartbeat. "Don't get caught." Her words echoed in his head as he leapt ...  [+]

He says it's like watching skin under a microscope, or mushrooms fly. 
"I want to see mushrooms fly!" Anya bounces to His words, her mushroom-stem fingers reaching for His hand. He smiles. His grip ...  [+]

There once lived a girl named Hope, in a grand house that never felt like home. She lived with her mother, stepfather, and two stepbrothers. People who filled the rooms with noise but none with ...  [+]

"You do not have a choice in this matter!"
 
That was the words said to me by my parents when I was 12 years old, and when I was on the crossroad of choosing my junior high school. Those words has ...  [+]

She'd fractured his ribs trying to save him. The chest compressions were useless now. Her breath was shallow; she'd dragged him out of the water, pulled his shoulder out of its socket. She hung ove ...  [+]

The already barely audible sounds of at least a dozen shoes crunching against dead leaves in the distance became more muffled than before, even drowned out one might say, as he heard a familiar voice ...  [+]

The sound of two fingers landing on the wooden table was soft, barely heard over the distant cheering. The card was drawn silently, slid across the table and placed face down. It was almost ironic ...  [+]

This man was also well-acquainted with Death, so he invited It to tea on Thursday afternoon at his new beloved's rose garden. It seemed that Death was not stunned by this request, despite It being the ...  [+]

The first time Minnie spoke to me was on the production line. We worked across from each other for six months twisting doodads into gizmos until our calluses had calluses. It was as boring as it ...  [+]

3:28 pm, December 20th, 1960 Dear Santa. Please make them stop hitting me. Please make them love me like how my neighbours love their children. 
Leo never had a happy childhood, and soon enough ...  [+]

Dear Diary, I am still a prisoner of war. My captors may let me roam, but I know what I am. Today, as I looked upon the trappings of my prison, I felt the tug of hunger pull me from my hiding place ...  [+]