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Short Fiction
 2 min

Departure

Evelyn Nichols

The water rolls gently against the shore, not even cresting as it lazily runs up and down along the sand. I've never seen the ocean this calm. This island is still. Out in the middle of the ocean and ...  [+]
Creative Nonfiction
 1 min

Aphorisms on Memes

Kelly Burdick

The impulse to save a meme to your phone is the same force that drives cats to collect hair ties and bottle caps under the couch.
In the case of both the world and memes, all things tend toward ...  [+]
Poetry
Short Fiction
 2 min

Hornet's Nest

Kelly Burdick

It hangs, brown and fat and drooping, its papery walls like so much windblown sand, the worker wasps on its surface like so many maggots corrupting a body. You stare up at the heavy hornet’s nest ...  [+]
Poetry
 1 min

Date Night

Kyle Tanner

The credits roll
And you’re strewn across the cushions.
I know you’re actually asleep—
Not ...  [+]
Poetry
Poetry
 1 min

Recompense

Maya Hoeft

I have found you
can find love for anyone
who shows their naked soul.
Every bare rattled ...  [+]
Short Fiction
 3 min

The Door

Catherine Niesporek

The kitchen telephone stops ringing before Annie can answer it. In the other room, Roland hits two toy cars together and imitates the sound of a crash, then pushes them along the carpet. Annie sets ...  [+]
Poetry
Creative Nonfiction
 1 min

Castles in the Sky

Aliah Eberting

Castles in the sky.

Airy fairy, sugar-spun, cotton candy webs that lace the air.

Everyone has one. Some people have a dozen. I have seven.
When I line them up side by side they ...  [+]
Short Fiction
 2 min

Angel Blinks

Aliah Eberting

They say there’s a time past the peak of the moon and the zenith of the wind when the angels close their eyes. It’s not a long moment—barely a second—not even. Just a pause, the start of a breath ...  [+]
Creative Nonfiction
Creative Nonfiction
 4 min

Stars and Silence

Megan McMahon

On that day there was silence. The kind of silence that you not only hear, but that you feel, you taste, and you see. It’s so thick that every step you take is in slow motion like you are trudging ...  [+]
Short Fiction
 5 min

Ghost

Lunara Fouquet

I was dumbfounded. Sitting before me was a young boy who looked like he would not last a week, much less years, of specialized training.

Yet, the Don and Underboss of the Family presented him ...  [+]
Poetry
Poetry
Poetry
Poetry