Poetry
Poetry

shower

Drew Bell

this shower comes at night, before the heat has sputtered on and the oven hisses gas with dinner— ...  [+]
Short Fiction

late night texts

Lucas Zuehl

Bella
Today 12:47 AM

hey caleb, are you up?

Today 1:06 AM

ok well I thought I would be able to tell you this tonight, and believe me I tried, but you said you had to go so ...  [+]
Short Fiction

I'm Not a Rebel

Ellie Smith

I sit against the gnarled old willow tree staring at the book in my hands but seeing only my priscilla pink nails. The ludicrousness of it has finally hit me. Why spend a few hours making sure all my ...  [+]
Short Fiction

The Point Shoes

Nicole Newman

The point shoes that she had worn in her ballet classes had not aptly prepared her for the tiptoeing that she would need to do throughout her life.

Carpets made of eggshells and roads paved ...  [+]
Short Fiction

The End Of Stories

Scott Cummings

The day they dropped/the end of stories

Once upon a time, a boy lived by the seaside. His family lived modestly and took great joy in what little they had. While his father was out fishing ...  [+]
Short Fiction

A Walk On Pointless Grounds

Joshua Saville

It was midday and Joseph was at the end of an arduous drive. As the sedan pulled along the final stretches of the meticulously kept brick road and hedgerows, a sigh of relief escaped from him upon ...  [+]
Poetry
Short Fiction

On Fanta Peak

Talia Johnson

Everyone around me is crying. The soft background noise of sniffling and tissues crumpling is the only thing keeping me in my seat as some old woman sobs at the pulpit. My tie is choking me. I only ...  [+]
Short Fiction

Harvest Moon

Sabin Bottomstone

His mother told him a story, once. A story told to her by her mother, and to her mother by her father, stretching all the way back to the moment their family came to be.

He’s heard stories ...  [+]
Short Fiction

I Want To Set Myself On Fire

Mira Dhillon

He can’t believe he’s made it this far. Every blink his eyelids perform proves to be a battle. One lapse of thought could drown him in the depths he won’t have the nails to claw out of. But for the ...  [+]
Creative Nonfiction
Short Fiction

The Bassoon Player

Callie Holloway

The house on Eleventh Street boasted a stout reputation of being haunted. Mr. Scott Reynolds, a skeptic by nature and a cynic by nurture, did not believe in ghosts.

The first incident occurred ...  [+]
Short Fiction
Creative Nonfiction

My Bravest Year

Valerie Ohtsji

SNAP! At first, it did not even register. The world suddenly tilts, like looking through a camera while it drops, your vision spinning with it. Then, you are blindly wondering why you are on the ...  [+]
Poetry
Short Fiction

The Red Lipstick

Niki Farivar

When I woke up, we were surrounded by water as far as I could see. You smiled at me.

“Hi!”

I smiled and nodded my head as Hi!

I stretched a bit. You handed me a cup of tea and I ...  [+]
Creative Nonfiction

The Russian Song

Niki Farivar

I’m sitting on the couch, staring at the roof. One of my legs is on the table that is filled with cups and garbage. The plant next to my foot is dried. A slight light enters the room from the gap ...  [+]