By: Daisy Sortibran Amethyst scrunched up her nose as she watched the seats in the big red tent began to fill up. Her dad had dragged her and her younger siblings to the circus and she wasn’t happy about it. She…
By: Connie Bae It smelled faintly of hot dogs. However, the strong stench of rotting food and unknown liquids made my eyes water. Everything around me was filthy. I was sitting in a pool of what seemed to be leachate that…
By: Mohammad Anas “What an awe-inspiring beauty” an old familiar voice exclaimed with joy. I was sipping my coffee just behind her table in a cafe. After a while, got a rough sketch that she was talking about her friend’s…
By: Raymond Greiner I gaze from my bedroom window on this glorious spring morning as dew glistens on the green pasture. Crows glean the field, with a loquacious sentinel perched nearby keeping watch. I’m William Townsend, and I just turned…
By: Mileva Anastasiadou That night, we shared our last dinner as a family. Since then, I’ve shared many meals with my mother, yet the family seemed incomplete, as my father was not among us. I can understand his reasons now that…
By: Nicolas Kumkom “Hello officer! How are you this fine evening? Is there a problem?” The person babbled. “Do you know why I stopped you?” “Cause I partied too hard at the bar, and cause no one could handle my moves….
By: Russ Bickerstaff We were all lost. I don’t know exactly when it was that I first made the realization, but we were definitely lost. There really was no getting around it. We were lost and things were starting to…
By: Genelle Chaconas The broad stripe across your thighs is met with another. Then another. It is not the house you live in. Nor any shape you can imagine. Wide as the underside of a belt. Where he massaged his wrist…
By: Nitta Pann “This could be that moment.” Calvin sighed. He took a drag of his cigarette. Jonathan crinkled his nose and glanced over at his partner. Calvin was slouched in his seat, an arm positioned out the window, staring at…
By: JP Miller The first time I noticed the Tickle was almost three years after I had left the Army. Without notice, as I stepped across that magical line into Capitalism’s greatest accomplishment—into Wal-Mart World— my ears start ringing. Tinnitus?…