Short Fiction

The Cycle

Neelam Batra-Verma

Nina sat all dressed up, in clumsy makeup and low cut silver shiny blouse, on a bright magenta saree, her bright red lipstick, staining her teeth and bleeding on the corner of her mouth. Every ... [+]

Short Fiction

The Palace of Light

Dexter Bellingham

Javier: “Francisco.”
Francisco: “yes, Javi?”
Javier: “Can we take a break? My feet are sore.”
Francisco: “No, just a little farther we are almost there.”
Javier: “You ... [+]

Short Fiction

Candy Hearts

Isabella Miranda

“Be mine”, crunch. “XOXO”, crunch. “Say Yes”, crunch. I alternate sips from the glass of Merlot sitting in my left hand with the candy hearts I’m gorging with my right. Looking at the ... [+]

Short Fiction

The Red Dress

Sophia Whitney

Memory is a tricky thing. It could be altered too easily, Arthur thought. But maybe that was just because he was particularly good at tripping people up, getting them to confuse real events with ones ... [+]

Poetry

Oasis

Cameron Noval

The sun is setting
Or is it rising?
Who’s to say
Is this the end of our day, ou ... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

Dreaming With Your Eyes Open

Hailey Skinner

I am not, nor have I ever been, an artist.
I am and have always been, a dreamer.
When I was in 3rd grade I had a necklace from Claire’s, which, in plastic silver letters, labeled me ... [+]

Poetry

Unfrozen

Madison Hauki

My feet were frozen.
The holes in my runners didn’t offer any protection from the wet snow ... [+]

Poetry

Wyoming

Lucas Zuehl

You’re scared of Oblivion
You confess on the wooden porch
overlooking Star Valley ... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

Attempt

Lucas Zuehl

A pale, blonde woman in pink scrubs first asks my name and birthday. She has an accent that sounds Scandinavian, and she looks past the tears in my eyes as I answer her questions. She leads me down ... [+]

Short Fiction

The Shore

Hoi Yat LEUNG

So heavy...feeling sick...my tummy hurts...
I slowly open my eyes, only to see myself lying on an unknown beach. The sand stings my body—still better than lying on rough pointy stones, I ... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

How to Do Your Puzzle

Sophie Cassidy

I love puzzles. It’s calming to know that everything has its place, and that if I look hard enough I will find it. It doesn’t matter how many times I break a puzzle down; with a little effort, I ... [+]