By: Riley Eleanor It’s six twenty-two in the morning and the last time I was up this early was four years and ten months ago. You see, this sunrise will be the last […]
Story: The Rise and Fall of Sorrow and Grace, Respectively
Story: Perpetuity
By: Michael C. Keith Eternity is in love with itself. –– Anonymous Seth Perkins was about to turn 170 years old but looked like a man in his 50s. He was one of […]
Story: The Green Light
By: Reese Scott He painted green lights all over his room. But it did no good. So instead he went to the corners of the street late at night and climbed up […]
Story: A Round Of
By: Michael Simon There is a sound not unlike thunder echoing outside. No, more frequent than thunder. Lighting is not present with its partner today, so there’s no way to pinpoint the […]
Story: Hemingway Slept Here
By: Alan Swyer The first time Levinson went to a four-star restaurant in Paris, he was treated exactly like what he was: a twenty-year-old from an industrial town in New Jersey who […]
Story: The Orphaned Visitor
By: Neha Sharma Sarika arrived with her hair tied into two braids with bright pink ribbons, a sack with printed orange marigolds and her skin covered with recently dried up chicken pox. […]
Story: ALGODÓN
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, […]
Story: The Coffee Shop
By Karthik Shankar The alarm clock announced itself with a rattling ring. My mind had already switched itself on fifteen minutes earlier but my body wasn’t ready to purge itself of the […]
Story: Places We Call Home
By: Hannah Thurman Month 1: Olivia realized, for the first time, how quiet everything was. She had just gotten home from her job at the lab, stepping carefully around the gouges in […]
Story: Out of the Abyss
By: Bob Kalkreuter The girl’s tight red dress bounced around like a bag of fighting cats. A car slowed and honked. “Well lookie there,” said Ernie, leaning against one of the palm trees […]
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