By: Christina Cruz “This could be that moment.” “What are you saying?” the man suggested. “Haven’t you ever thought that there might be a time when we can no longer be together?” the woman confessed. “Why would you ever think that?”…

By: Gentle Culpepper Rotting flesh on a stick The cool winds flow from the valleys of the dead. The foul souls surfing nervous seas stuffed with hate caress fat cheeks of the chunky man riding the devil’s wheels. The morning air…

By: Christopher S. Bell I got jealous today, but it didn’t feel normal. She was maybe sixteen and didn’t know much about anything. I still found myself trying to sound cool, though, like this girl could whisk me away. I’d tell…

By: Marie Chu “Elise! Where are you?” Jayce yelled. “Maybe I should check the orphanage.” He walked through the ruins of Tribeca, still in awe at the sheer damage the war had created. Remains of bullet shells littered the floor and…

By: Ana Vidosavljevi It all started when I was 7. As far as I remember, my parents were fighting and arguing all the time. They couldn’t talk normally, actually, I think they couldn’t stand each other. I wonder how and why…

By Henry Simpson The receptionist called and said I had a visitor who wanted to talk to me about a business. I went to the lobby and met a large man named Melvin Lacks who looked like someone who had…

By Ramprasath 1 “How much can you afford?” Agent Neel asked. His eyes fell all over Renuga. Renuga appeared gorgeous despite her simple clothing. She just wore a red cotton saree with sandal blouse. A faultless glowing fleshy skin coupled…

By: Eryn King Freezing and numb, the world looked like it was beginning to fade away as darkness slowly took over my eye sight. Did I meet it–death I mean, the action or fact of dying or being killed; the end…

By: Brianna Katsuda “This could be it,” Avery proclaimed. “Please stop talking so loud, mom can still hear you,” Anna whispered. “If she doesn’t get better soon, I’m going to pull the plug.” “Can you please keep your voice down? We…

By Gaither Stewart The last time I saw Algodón was in the instant before the medics pulled the sheet over his face. From my fourth floor balcony across the narrow street, even in the faint late-night illumination, I could perceive…