Poetry
Short Fiction

Ring of Fire

Hanna

A young, brunette woman carried her blonde infant to the local Realtor. In her purse she kept a small stack of money.
“Lady, what do you want this time?” the man asked, his voice harsh. ... [+]

Short Fiction

The Orphan Girl

Myrna Yousuf

“What if they come for her?” cried Zarina frantically.
Zarius pointed at the door of the orphanage, “We just have to trust them.”
Zarius put down his daughter at the steps of the ... [+]

Short Fiction

Small Revolutions

Morgan Sullivan

“You know,” my best friend, Maggie, leaned forward in that same enticing way a child does while passing along a secret.
She was always starting her thoughts off like that. You know? They ... [+]

Short Fiction

Colfax

Cal

She repeats the word slowly, tonguing it, pushed from one side of her mouth to the other, the taste enough to offend, and yet still, she finds herself curious of the flavor’s true origin. ... [+]

Short Fiction
Short Fiction

Transformation of beautiful life

Mohammed Arman

We are creatures of learning, each molded into an individual by our experiences and traditions. But I am more than a culture or experience. I am anything I wish to be: an athlete, a bookworm, an ... [+]

Poetry
Poetry
Poetry

anew

Anthony Gatta

let’s go
let’s find those streets without a name
those back alleys covered in ... [+]

Poetry
Poetry
Poetry
Poetry

Inside Out

Srujanika

Just when I think it’ll be another sleepless night
Your strength, your warmth; you hold me ... [+]

Poetry
Short Fiction

Catastrophic Loss

Jeffrey Lee

Everyone I know and love is insane. My dearest friends are always joining the army, the CIA, the mafia, the Socialists, the Nazis, or the Greens. If I only *like* people, they ask me to defend the ... [+]

Short Fiction

The Legacy We Leave Behind

G. Scott Gilston

The dark pressed back, accompanied by the endless presence of the crisp winter air. It was New Years Eve, and the year 1995 was approaching fast. There they lay, Erik and his proud grandson, Pete ... [+]

Short Fiction

Pop's Knife

Vince Werner

My pop then handed me the knife. His right on the blade, his left gripping my fingers around the handle. “Hold it firm and steady. Look it in the eye, but don’t hesitate,” he instructed as his ... [+]