A New Kind of Literary Pulse

Carrie Jackson wasn’t a normal child.

Science had always been her favorite subject, studying life and death and the cycle that all things had to go through in some form or another. After weeks ...  [+]

After twelve hours of no sleep and no food, tightly handcuffed to a chair and sitting in the middle of the US-Mexico border control office, an old woman of seventy-five years called Magdalena ...  [+]

As the seedling emerged from the warm and cozy earth, it gloried in the sun above. It always turned its tender leaves to the sun’s filling heat and one day, the bud upon the top, burst open. At last ...  [+]

Of all the odd habits children develop with their parents, Sam’s was truly peculiar. The rubbery strap of his mother’s wristwatch felt so beefy in between his teeth. The sound of the material’s ...  [+]

"Want a ride down?" Jorge asked.
"I'm gonna walk, get some air."
"How do you think Eddie's gonna act?" Jorge asked.
"Won't be here to see."
"Don't you think it could be a bit..."
"Jorge ...  [+]