By: Clive Aaron Gill Amelia sat opposite Milo in a busy café after their college art class. Roasted coffee and buttery pastries scented the air. Their conversation flowed effortlessly for an hour, and his thick, black hair falling over his…

By L.A. Robbins Cynthia and I are fifteen when the Jesus Freak movement sweeps our high school in Seoul, Korea in 1972. “Cool kids are into Mary Jane, not Jesus,” I protest as we stand at our lockers. I’d only…

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By Douglas Young      Moxley Sorrel’s office door was the open one. As intimidated as he had been in college approaching a professor, Dr. Sorrel did all he could to make students feel comfortable getting help with a course, continuing…

By: Harrison Abbott Robin had wanted to come here for a long time. He’d seen pictures of this little town many times. And so, as the bus passed the town’s Welcome To sign, which was clad in pretty sunlight, he…

By: Dee Artea I fell in love with a physicist. At first, I thought that maybe this was all a mistake. But, believe it or not, he really did charm me, with all he knew about the physical world. About…

By: Anthony Ward Tom stood attentively in front of the mirror, his eyes racing over the image portrayed within. He looked sideways at his reflection from the right, then to the left, then centred his gaze as he stroked his…

By Shaik Asad This man who’s part of my secret, well, let’s not worry about his name. Not like I see any chance of you dropping in my village, whose name too I choose not to disclose, but a secret…

By: Samya Jayachandran Mira always believed she was the best writer in the room. Not in the loud, spotlight-hungry way. She never bragged or waved her stories around like banners. But there was a quiet knowing in her, a hum…