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Short Fiction

Why Jo Bikes

Penelope Alegria

Jo wakes before the sun. This is when the sky is red and the Illinois sidewalks are still clean and empty. It’s so early, she doesn’t even realize she has started pedaling into the morning until she ...  [+]
Poetry
Poetry
Short Fiction

Nina Falls

Darius Atefat-Peckham

The old girl living in Room Number 12, Farmanieh Nursing Home in Tehran has a funny way of watching her television. She sets up a chair in front of the lone window in her room, as if to look out at ...  [+]
Creative Nonfiction

The trend of K’s in India

Sohel Vohra

K-drama and K-pop are not so new term for the millennials. But what is K-drama? It is Korean televisions series, or dramas which are popularly known as K-drama. If you ask a teen about K-pop o ...  [+]
Poetry
Poetry
Short Fiction

Wonder and Whisper

Silvyr Dragøn

Ting

She smiled as the sun warmed her face. Her sleeves. Her Arms.

As the crystalline tinkle of the nearby stream reached her ears.

As a child, just out of sight, laughed in ...  [+]
Creative Nonfiction

Changing What it Means to be Human

Silvyr Dragøn

“Times change,” has become an increasingly true statement in the last century. Microwaves now allow people to cook food in minutes when it once would have taken hours. Astronauts have left the earth’s ...  [+]
Creative Nonfiction
Creative Nonfiction

The Dam Breaks

Mia Lucia

Three teens sit in a Plymouth van half past midnight, awaiting the judgement of a cop. There’s a blond—a lanky, pretty guy with a pouf of hair and amusement in his eyes. There’s a brunette—curvy ...  [+]
Poetry
Creative Nonfiction

Delayed Bachelor

Juliet Logan

INT. Montreal Airport - DAY

OLIVIA MOORE, 24, is anxiously sitting at Gate C. Her knee is bouncing and she is biting her nails. She looks at the giant clock behind her. It reads 11:05.
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Short Fiction

The Night it Snowed in L.A.

Caroline Stickel

“It’s snowing outside,” Lionel lunged for the windowsill, gripping the cold plastic with the eagerness of a child. There he stayed, equally enthralled and at ease, only glancing away to look back at ...  [+]
Poetry

Family

Vivian Ounjian

The cherry red lipstick sticks on her lips
She drinks her coffee and imprints the cup
His ...  [+]
Short Fiction

French Vanilla

Vivian Ounjian

The waves ripple back as I stare into the glimmer of the moon light reflecting onto the ocean. I realize that soon the sun will rise and I’d have to start getting things ready for the day. I take a ...  [+]
Poetry
Short Fiction

Out Of Bloom

Jordan Richert

The woman in front of me sits with her legs crossed, one meticulously manicured clear-coat-polished hand holding a notebook steady on her knee. It contains far too many pieces of information about ...  [+]