Short Fiction

Persephone's Choice

Elizabeth Keeney

In the shade of a blooming magnolia tree, bows bowing under the weight of the fat pink blossoms, stood a pale god. He looked on as a woman with curly brown hair danced in the petals that fell with the ...  [+]

Poetry
Short Fiction
Short Fiction

Start With a Homicide

Samuel Cottam

“Go kill somebody,” said one of the boys.
“Go kill yourself!” A burst of laughter.
“That’s stupid!” said Dimitur.
“Disappear then, ah!” another one said.
“We’re stupid huh?” This one ...  [+]

Short Fiction

I Want You to Live for Me

Alessandro Gemio

He just wished it would all end. The unbearable pain. The countless sleepless nights. The tears. The heartache.
There seemed to be no light at the end of this tunnel. Elizabeth had meant the world ...  [+]

Short Fiction

The Day I Caught a Star

Melanie Kimball

I never saw the star my great-aunt gave me, but I could feel it. It was like a warm heartbeat pulsing between my hands. It didn’t burn me— “Stars don’t burn,” Aunt Naomi said, “they just give ...  [+]

Creative Nonfiction

Musings from the Front Porch

Samuel Cottam

A light fog seems to grip the air. Makes all the surfaces feel damp. The air itself not unsavory but with a definite hint of weight to it not at all like you feel in more arid climes. The effect is ...  [+]

Creative Nonfiction

Tornadoes and Ice Cream

Hannah Young

“Dad, I had another tornado dream last night.” My father glanced over at me from the driver’s seat, his hands at 10 and 2, the perfect model of good driving. He turned his glance back to the road and ...  [+]

Short Fiction

House Warming

Jade Neptune

“We are all just walking each other home.” - Ram Dass

“In all that I am, I am art first.” This was my opening line as I shamelessly flirted with you over drinks that night. You had asked me ...  [+]

Poetry
Short Fiction

A Candle In The Night

Matthew Capel

He sat behind the desk in his office with his eyes closed, leaning slightly back into the chair. He held something in his left hand, resting it lightly against his temple. With his right hand he ...  [+]

Poetry
Short Fiction

No Less than 5 Pounds

Andrew Doty

In early October, in the forests of West Virginia, where the light of dusk fall is suffused with the red and green landscape of evergreen and oak, he carved a path along the mountain side too narrow ...  [+]

Poetry
Creative Nonfiction

Count Your Blessings

Kenley Kohls

“Ohmygosh I haven’t even started that monumental thousand point project due tomorrow.” My friend sighed rubbing his eyes, “how far are you Kenley?”

“Oh, umm...” I hesitate. Sweat trickles down my ...  [+]

Poetry
Poetry
Short Fiction

Yellow Crayon

Sophie Houghton

Mr. Stesso was annoyed.

The 7:30 bus was late and an unshaven man with a large bag took the seat across from him two stops in. The bag cramped Mr. Stesso’s legs, and he could smell onions and ...  [+]