By: Stephen Tillman Scott Carmintz’ first thought on seeing the gorgeous woman striding toward the bar was, high-class hooker. She was wearing a backless sundress barely covering her ass. The dress had a V in front coming down almost to…

By: Austin J. Dalton You’re going to hate how this year ends, but it starts with an alright scene. I’m writing you from more than a decade in the future, and hopefully this letter finds you around New Year’s Eve…

By: Nicole Le Crane sleeps in again. He calls up that girl from Nico’s apartment to see if she wants to hang out. She comes over and they smoke cigarettes together in the backyard. “Do you have any weed?” she asks….

By: Ramprasath “What have you done, Mark?” John’s voice was filled with anxiety. “What?” “He was one like you” Mark grew impatient instantly. “John, I had to worry about my safe return. Jonathan was already dead. There was no point in…

By P.A. O’Neil Aggie slumped back into her Queen Anne desk chair, elbows resting on the slender arms, hands on her thighs. She stared at the crisp sheet of white paper rolled in-and-out of her Remington typewriter. It was as…

By: Dan A. Cardoza Mr. Simmons’s grips his gloved hands on the steering wheel, as his rusty Ford 150 jostles the turns, along the gravel road on a mission. The intermittent click/clack of the four speed gears is tight and calming….

By: Dan A. Cardoza The first writing ink was invented in 2500 B. C. by the Egyptians and the Chinese. It is believed that this ink was made by mixing carbon with gum. Writing, yet birthed, uncompromised, each & every word…

By Rhiannon Bird Every week you were gone my steps slowed, every day you were gone the emptiness trickled in, every hour you were gone it was harder to breath. People told me that it would get easier as time…

By: Alexander Kemp Life is good. Life is beautiful. This is my thought as I take a final look over my notes. My students, adults with disabilities, file into the classroom. Phone buzzes. Taking out my phone, I see notifications…

By: Alan Swyer “I’ve been thinking about the wedding,” Clementine said over a dinner of coconut soup, string beans, and duck larb on a chilly February evening at their favorite Thai restaurant in Brooklyn. “Which means?” asked Geller. “I’d really…