By: Renee Chen You were the one who told me about the ancient tale from China, about two lovers who died for each other. That night, we were sitting on the cold roof of our school building, looking out into…
By Cailey Tarriane I pinch myself to stay awake, the flesh that isn’t marked with wounds. My senses on alert, my eyes vaguely making out Petra’s shadowy figure. My eyes have adjusted to the small room for a long while,…
By: Thabi Moeketsi The dancing mango leaves have suddenly changed into Goliaths. Minutes before Pontso had laughed and played, peace all around. She looks up and screams, “HELP ME LORD.” It’s breakfast time but Pontso Modike is miles away from…
By: Dennis Vannatta Gus Penders had been born and raised and at the age of fifty-nine still lived in the Belle Harbor section of Queens, New York, but he felt set apart from other natives of the area due to…
By: Rina Olsen The laptop shut with a curt clack. He leaned back and ran a hand through his hair, pushing a sigh out from puckered lips. His hand curled around the tiny chocolate box, which screamed can you find…
By: J. Ross Archer Tommy Stone, a fourth grader with a deformed leg, watches his colleagues playing softball. The resident bully, Clyde Bedingfield, walks by Tommy, bumping him with a knee and sending him sprawling. Tommye is slow getting up,…
By Patty Somlo Sarah Miles leaned against the white metal railing, as the ship made its way along the coast. White houses topped with red-tiled roofs spilled down the lush green hillside, not letting go of an early-morning pastel pink…
By: Tom Ball Michael C. was a brilliant interior decorator who was in demand. He preferred to do the modern style which involved sexual paintings and plush interiors in black and white. But he also liked the elite style…
By: Ethan Goffman If I drive the ball hard into the backhand corner that’s his weakness. It’s working—he’s not that athletic. Can’t hit while on the move. Also not that bright—not able to figure out how to defend the corner….
By: Bruce Levine Avery laughed. It was a bitter laugh. He’d been through it before, many times in fact. And each time it had gotten harder. Losing a bid at an auction happened, but this one hurt more than…