By: Amera Elwesef Her red curly hair has been buried under my grave. I tried my best to touch my bones with my fingers to make sure that what I see is so real. the red curly hair acted the…
By J. Ross Archer I have had an insatiable urge to travel the back roads of the western United States, an urge I have longed to satisfy for a long time. I have no specific itinerary in mind, no particular…
By: Danielle Cralle “You ain’t gonna make it,” she said. Her high-pitched voice reverberated off the tree trunks. Sophie was 10 then. She stood awkwardly on the fat branch high up in the Oak tree as her heart beat so…
By: Gaither Stewart On their return home the Hartmanns did not expect to find the same Munich they had fled from two decades earlier. Nonetheless, they were surprised to find what seemed another city altogether. But then, they realized, they…
By Gaither Stewart RAMON AND “OPERATION NIKU” CEAUSESCU I met Ramon on a bright October morning at the hour I like to watch the changing colors of the mountains. I was standing near what people in this Alpine village call…
By Rachel Medina As the windows went down, the scent of pine filled the car. Cool air rushed in and blew my hair back from my face. I gulped the fresh, crisp mountain air as I drove higher out of…
By: Niles Reddick When he awoke, the first thing, after nature’s call, was to put the Starbuck’s k-cup in the Keurig, check email, scroll Facebook, sip coffee for thirty minutes before shaving, showering, and dressing for the commute into the…
By: Jeremy Dorfman Mindy pushed open the sliding glass door and stepped out onto the balcony. The salt water scent greeted her with friendly ease. The morning breeze wrapped itself around her nightie, then swirled off, carrying any lingering stress…
By: Vivek Nath Mishra We used to spend our whole summer in the village where my grandfather and grandmother lived with my aunt and uncle. I remained very excited as the summer vacation approached. My mother would begin packing bags…
By: Jaela Manuel The car swerved off into a bumpy road and took an abrupt stop. Abigail heard the door open and slam. Click. Clack. Emma was inching toward the back seat of the car. The sound felt so distinct…