By: Mason Bushell Natalya screamed, cowering inside her walk-in wardrobe. Never had the weather been this violent. Why of all days did the storm come on prom night? A howl of wind was followed by the sound of windows breaking;…

By: Steve Carr In 1927 Marjorie was nine years old. She lived in a big house with her parents, two sisters and four brothers on her parents’ maple sugar farm in upstate New York, near the small town of Potsdam….

By: Samuel Evans Jimmy Whiteman stared deeply into the campfire.  Its orange glow flickered and pulsed in the wind.  He could hear the distant howling of coyotes piercing through the night, mingling with the sound of the breeze whispering through…

By Russell Richardson “You really are reformed,” said Edward Getty with a twisted smirk. Barry Barabbas sat bent over a small Formica table in his friend’s tiny kitchen and studied dirty scratches that marred the tabletop. Edward had been using…

By: Sterling Warner Now I’ve always been a modern man—a reasonable man—a person thoroughly grounded in my love of philosophy and college studies. I’d studied the history of religions, the advance of global civilizations, and the fine arts everywhere. In…

By Gaither Stewart Stars and Stripes Features Editor Darrell Sternwald hopped down from the back steps of the tram and promptly slipped on the wet cobblestones and fell flat on his face. As he peered around him the blurry faces…

By Gaither Stewart “…every shadow is in the final analysis a child of light, and only he who experiences light and dark, war and peace, and rise and fall, has truly lived.” – (Stefan Zweig: Die Welt von Gestern (The…

By: Ram Govardhan After attending the heavy sessions at the Science and Nonduality Conference in San Jose and the World Science Festival in New York, David McFarlane and his Jewish-American wife, Batya Bergstein, resolved to head to Coimbatore, India, to…

By Nicole Sharp The coffeepot sputtered and coughed in annoyance. Janie Holms sighed, waiting for that first drip of brown liquid to trickle into the twelve cup coffee pot. When it did, she gave another heavy sigh and righted herself,…

By: Maa Salaam “Aleem! Aaleem! “Ma!” “Aaaleeem!” “Maaaa!” I shouted. Mothers and their incessant calls, especially when you were playing, especially now when I was losing and fighting to come back. Uuurgh! “Alee–“ “Maa! I’m coming!” I quickly packed my…