Short Fiction

Pre-Dinner Briefing

William

Just around sundown, Tina burst into Justin’s apartment and informed him that he needed to stop whatever he was doing because something big had just come up. Startled, Justin set down his cereal... [+]

Poetry

Memories

SKJ

She plays in the garden, arms outstretched,
Feeling the wind blow her pigtails,
In the sun... [+]

Poetry

Only Listens

Soul

You slump
in one of the chairs
up by the altar
looking out
at the empty room
not... [+]

Short Fiction

Monday Morning Thoughts

Demi

Slipping on your rain boots for the first time, they’re heavier than you remember; it makes you wonder, how will you get through the day? You knew it wouldn’t be easy, what with the first downpou... [+]

Short Fiction

They Tore Out the Flowers

Rebecca

My father’s last words to me were “Catalina, estás llena de gracia, comparte tu espíritu.” Or, “Catalina you are full of grace, share your spirit.” He wrote these in the form of a lette... [+]

Short Fiction

Father Francis

George Fenton

You ever bury someone? How about bury a priest? How about bury a priest as a fucking detention? I have. Do you know what's it like to be sent into your high school chapel, thinking you'll be doing... [+]

Poetry

Miles of Pigeons

CQC

How could it be
That I belong here
If it causes so many fears
So many tears
Am I... [+]

Poetry

Gone

Jen

No more fight remains
Hand now slack in mine. More time,
Until there is none

Short Fiction

Connected

Ace

There is a species of jellyfish that exists just in one lake on this entire planet. Every morning, before the sun rises, these jellyfish travel to the surface of the lake so that algae that live... [+]

Poetry

Muddy

Nicholas

Wetly they plunged into the
Heart of their backyard. The ground
Was brown and green and... [+]

Short Fiction

Me, Myself and the Other Self

Maliha C

Flipping through the pages of her journal, she looked for signs of development. Did she accomplish what she set out to do?
Flips page.
If a stranger were to read her entries, what kind... [+]

Short Fiction

Obligations

Will Dean

My mother is a worrier, and my father doesn't say much. Sometimes I worry that I am too similar to them, but I rarely talk about it.
In elementary school there was a poster on the wall that read... [+]

Short Fiction

Restless after Breakfast

Nicholas

Thousands of noises buzzing inside Paul's ears all at once; the endless flow of the crowds, the intoxicating scent of pretzels and hot dogs spicing the air. Paul and his father made it to their seats... [+]