A New Kind of Literary Pulse

 
Mountains blanketed in gold, sleep soundly near the undefined line of the nine gatekeepers of Lucia, capturing any sea-wolfs daring upon the land.  These wayfarers end up as prey caught in ... [+]

“No, I never got a Purple Heart. Used to think a war scar – maybe on the shoulder or thigh – was cool. Something to showoff at the beach. But that was nineteen-year-old thinking.
“Hey ... [+]

Hope is her name, because her parents had conceived her when they almost gave up. But her name is a complete paradox. She had started to paint herself blue—not leaving any yellow. An intrusion ... [+]

Frank and Viv sit down on their plush couch to watch some regularly scheduled programming. The duo made popcorn and have a fleece blanket pulled over their legs. They’re settled in for a relaxing ... [+]

I had not intended to return home. I loved Philadelphia: I loved the bustle and the absolute anonymity of city life, being able to walk to my job, and most of all I loved not having to live with ... [+]

Judge Wright wanted to throw the book at the kid. He thought the boy looked awful. The teenager wore a blue Yankees cap cocked to the side on top of a black bandanna. An extra-large red Sixers ... [+]