By James W. White Inez is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead,…

By: Callie Walker The visiting poet, Nikky Finney, told our class that we must sit in the saddle, keep hold of the reins, and finish the race. We’d heard the advice to “just keep writing” from professors, peers, and other…

By: James Dickman Close to the one-horse town of Wilcox, Wyoming, about six miles west of the old Rock Creek train station, Butch Cassidy a chiseled-jawed bank and train robber, bit the end off of his long thin panatela cigar…

By Reena Kapoor This is the third time in three months that she’s called. I hesitate. I want to help. Gosh, I’d love to help. What an example, a woman like her could set! Especially in our community, our well…

By Eric Burbridge             “Get up hurry! Put your hands in the slots, convict.” Dillard Wamchukie shouted those words through the barred opening in my cell. “They coming, hurry!”             “How’s the zombie war going? Those shells whistling over mean…

By: Nate Tulay “Are the ripples in spacetime created by merging black holes aspiring differently if you are much closer, say within a couple of light years verses the few billions that we been detecting.” – StarTalk In simple English,…

By Dominic Tramontana Forks and knives clinked against the metallic trays in the mess hall. The observation window stretched along the outer wall revealing the empty void of space to all the crew mates. Every mealtime cycle was loud. After…

By: Michael Summerleigh Somebody came through the door of the Rose & Crown and a slash of sunset snuck in with, knocked him blind for almost a minute, so he didn’t actually see her walking up to his table. The…

By: Padmini Krishnan “Sammy, our new housemaid is a guy.” I put my piano practice book down and looked at my 9-year old brother, Rex, trying to absorb what he said. “Are you kidding me? There are no male housemaids.”…

By: Evelyn Jin When I think of Terra, I think of how Mama used to tell me tales of the stars. I was just a child, maybe seven or eight, when she’d clutch me tight to her chest with one…