Short Fiction

Ecdysis

Peter Ott

“Yeah,” Darius said into the phone as Jessica, the receptionist, made no attempt to disguise her eavesdropping. “I just finished the work-trade shift and will take a class with Hannah. Afte... [+]


Short Fiction

Chimera

Nicholas Perilli

A woman who claimed to be a chimera called the library most Tuesdays, on the old line they never got around to disconnecting after the renovations. The call went straight to a yellowed phone hung on... [+]


Short Fiction

The Sunshine State

Ell

Our new house really felt like a home, with cockroaches and two pit bulls and a palm tree and a chain-link fence. On that first day, I heated up a can of kidney beans for breakfast and ate it... [+]


Poetry

In Between

Lauren

Where do I fit in ?
1- 6 leaving 1 to the side, holding
1 or 2 accountable to make a pai... [+]


Poetry

Transfiguration

Jin

Strangling paths
Dewey air breaths
To the breaking grounds
With unearthly sounds
Become... [+]


Poetry

Urban Symphony

Cleo

It starts with a missed beat;
A percussive cue lost in the cacophony of city-
scape parades... [+]


Short Fiction

No Littering in the Park

c3chau

“Are we there yet?”
“Not yet, dear.” I responded, “Just a few more minutes, okay?”
“Okay!”
The day started off like any other day, the sun was shining and the winds... [+]


Short Fiction

Seeds

Davi

“This is a tale about how all things end, the story given by his ladyship who will watch us go. It is an epic on the reunion bathed in extinction and consummated by sorrow. So make your beds, and... [+]


Short Fiction

Wall

Jen

Muscles tensed. Eyes slitted and glaring, although with hatred or fear it is difficult to know. Spittle flying along with invectives.
I am a wall. I am a wall. I am a wall.
I am not a... [+]


Short Fiction

The Boy Who Turned to Stone

Mollie Rosie

Jerome's after-school routine was simple, efficient, and mechanical. As soon as he stepped off the bus, he was already unzipping his coat so that he could slip out of it by the time he reached the... [+]


Short Fiction

Entries of a Lost Mother

IsabellaWojo

The attic was a mess. Piles and piles of rusted knick-knacks, worn-out books, and moth-ridden clothing took up the majority of the cramped room, leaving only a small path from the ladder to the... [+]