Poetry
Poetry
Creative Nonfiction

Jigsaw

Sarah Rowe

Memories are like puzzle pieces – tiny snippets of a bigger picture, meaningless in isolation. One piece might show half of a face; one memory might contain a happy moment. You can’t tell what a ... [+]

Short Fiction

Apostate

Sarah Rowe

The crowd thronged around Larry as he shuffled forward. Its members shoved past him like a rushing current, heedless of courtesy in their excitement. He forgave the jostling, of course, for his mind ... [+]

Poetry
Short Fiction

The Tree House

Nicole Morgan

Ricky looked up at the ladder and swallowed, nervousness mingling with excitement. The tree house he’d been asking Dad to build for almost three years now was finally done. Well, all except the rope ... [+]

Poetry
Short Fiction

Enough

Emma Kirby

“We wake with haunted eyes, waltzing through life as though we’re puppets. We are entirely aware of our strings, of their relentless pull on our aching joints and our stretched skin, but we make ... [+]

Short Fiction

In-Between Symphonies

Divya Muniyappan

This looks like it could be a scene from a really sad movie. One where the girl is sitting next to the window seat, staring. The viewer watches in shallow focus. Although she knows which stop she ... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

The Letter From Hogwarts

Minh Nguyen

“Why am I not a wizard?”
“Why would you want to be a wizard?”
“I don’t know. Maybe Wingardium Leviosa my problems away forever? That would be so much easier than facing them alone ... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

Ashes to Ashes

Tyler Slade

I remember visiting Heidi in San Francisco, when I was younger. She was so charismatic in those days, her icy blue eyes glinting mischievously as she lay sprawled out beneath the window, looking like ... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

Mornings

Whitney Brown

I went to bed early last night, which is something I only do when I could really use some extra sleep. It was a good plan and an honest attempt to take better care of my body. But at 12:45 a.m., I ... [+]

Short Fiction

Fear In Disguise

Rebecca Philippe

My life has been conditioned in a way that I can’t explain. I’m deep in a hole that I can’t dig myself out of. I ask myself, what is life exactly? Is it all about surviving? Is it just a waiting ... [+]

Poetry
Short Fiction

Fey

Adrienne Powell

Just before the snow falls, the fairies lay their eggs. To you, they look like plain white berries, hanging on little green-leafed branches of shrubs. But go out at night and you will see them hatch ... [+]

Poetry
Creative Nonfiction

Open Letter on a Broken Heart

Adrienne Powell

Dear —,
Here’s my two cents about thieving: if you’re going to steal someone’s heart, you should let them have yours; it’s hard to live without a heart, you know. If they can’t have ... [+]

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