Short Fiction

Getaway Car

Jaidyn Eardley

The road stretched across the desert like a flattened serpent. It was a highway, but was rarely used anymore. A new highway had been constructed that traveled in a much straighter line. This old one ...  [+]

Short Fiction

The Picture

Grace Tanner

It hung right above her bed, a spot of color on the white wall of her dorm room. Every morning, she woke up to the picture looming over her.
Why did she have it up? Of all the possible ...  [+]

Short Fiction

The Beauty of the Beast

Angela Larson

The beast sunk into his chair, hazily gazing at the ceiling of the darkened room, nothing but the faint glow of fire and moonlight illuminating the outline of his satin throws and pillows. As he tried ...  [+]

Creative Nonfiction

Stop the car

Angela Larson

I tiptoed out of the car, immediately felt the force of frigid air against my face, heard the gravel crunch beneath my shoes. It was just me, the sound of my shifting footsteps, and a vast, dark ...  [+]

Poetry
Poetry
Short Fiction

Lady in a Skate

Jacob Heiner

There was once was a lady that lived in a shoe
She had lots of kids, and knew not what to do

She had twenty children, but they all were lazy.
They wouldn't do anything, and it drove he ...  [+]

Creative Nonfiction
Short Fiction

Muse, or Dante's Inferno

Rae Bailey

It is a lonely life chasing inspiration.
Perhaps there are those who believe my eight sisters and I to be wellsprings of idea, belief, and inspiration; but one cannot enliven that which is dead ...  [+]

Poetry
Poetry
Short Fiction

The Door

Aubrey Dickens

Do not open the door.
Merely contemplate opening the door.
Wonder why the door is there in the first place.
Look around. Notice the surrounding area. Notice the lack of trees. Notice the ai ...  [+]

Poetry

Blunt

Aubrey Dickens

I am sick of the way
we turn cliches
into compliments.

It is easier for the poet to say ...  [+]

Poetry
Poetry
Short Fiction

The Wild

EMILY LEFEVRE

Ours was the wildest of starts.
I remember the guests of our wedding, leaving with smiles pleasantly lit on their faces, heard a group of our cousins murmur happily things like “buzzworthy,” ...  [+]

Poetry
Creative Nonfiction