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Barapani

By: Antara Roy Oruganti   ‘What a dark night!’ I said out loud to myself. I had been walking alone for quite a while now, and the sound of my voice sounded unfamiliar to my ears.    The bus in…

What Grandma Said

By: James Bates The last time I saw my Grandmother Sara I’d wheeled her down to the community room of Meridian Way, the retirement home where she’d been living for the last year and a half.             “Is this okay?”…

The Fire Eater

By: Ann Christine Tabaka The forests were burning, and nothing could be done to stop it. All hope seemed lost.  Day turned into night as thick black clouds of smoke blocked out the sun.  Days turned into weeks, and the…

The Real HarMar Superstar

By: Zach Murphy Semisonic’s melancholy anthem “Closing Time” plays while Steve finishes up his last night as a security guard at HarMar Mall. This is almost too good to be true, he thinks to himself. The unsung hero gazes at…

The Bookstore

By Mark Kodama I.             I own a used bookstore off of Hollywood Blvd. It is not much to look at but it is mine. There always seems to be customers in my store even on a Friday night, well…

The Trials of King Bela

By Mark Kodama I.             When King Bela of Hungary marched his army to the Sajo River on April 10, 1241, he knew the Mongols were near. He knew the Mongols were not warriors with whom to be trifled. He…

Through Scorched Plains

By: Bernice Groves        “Another one. You made it,” a voice says. “Tough journey?”        The boxcar rocks. A dozen shadowed bodies rock with it. Outside, the horizon lights up like winking Christmas lights. The train is a dying snake…

Tracers

By Bennie Rosa Frank Stanley sat comfortably in his high-back wicker chair on the patio of his condo overlooking the Hackensack River. He could hear the Steins next door arguing with their teenage son. The wind was picking up and…