By: Supriya Rakesh She stood still, still as time. Toes immersed in lavish soft sands, soft waves rhythmically unfurling and colliding at her bare feet. Humid breeze ruffling through her hair, making it unruly, free-willed. The occasional salty spray in…
By: Theresa C. Gaynord The Idea Of Me I realize I tend to surround myselfaround fears and self-protection,an emotionally tough lesson I learnedfrom very early on; the women in mylife, my teachers. I get like thissometimes, insecure, scared, anythingbut confident….
By Atticus Ellis “Marcus, I wish you’d just let me kill you without demur. I never like to make things messy.” “In that case, Gaius, you just might have quite the mess to clean up.” These were the opening jibes…
By Atticus Ellis Naughty boy, your verse will do you badUnless you cloak the name that you once hadBehind a crafty pseudonym at once.Heed me, and don’t play the heroic dunce. Every stanza can be fraught with dire risk.You need…
By Mark Kodama I. The Launch It was part of a scientific experiment gone awry, a top secret government program to prove that human beings could travel into the future at the speed of light. It was only to…
By Sasheera Mehrani Gounden A countless number of studies have proven that consuming a healthy breakfast daily enhances concentration levels and boosts metabolism. Strawberries, blueberries, bananas and a glass of freshly squeezed apple or orange juice are healthy breakfast alternatives….
By Ramprasath Rengasamy I was in a hurry. I double-checked if I have taken the NY pizza that I bought in New York, an hour ago. While running, in my mind, over the things that I might have forgotten…
By: Alan Berger It was not a blind date. It was a deaf date. I’ve always had a problem telling people, not my pets, people, how I truly feel. There was no getting anything off my chest unless my mouth…
By: Alexander Kemp June 2014 We landed on Earth just after sunset. My two comrades and I adjusted to our new human forms. Our life forces were now tied to these fallible bodies. This was the last opportunity to…
By: A. Elizabeth Herting Once upon a time, I used to sleep. Dull sunlight trickled into his cell. It was painful; a single yellow beam straining to be seen through a tiny, grime-encrusted window. The shadows of the bars crept…