By: Kate Novak The horizon is so wide that when I trace it with my eyes, it is a full circle. The ochres and browns of the undergrowth mix with the hazy, powdery, washed out blue of the sky. It…

By Mark Kodama I.      When I hike, I travel alone.  Although I have been warned by many well-meaning friends about the dangers of hiking by myself, I am careful and limit myself to overnight trips. Sometimes, I feel at…

By: Satvika A. Menon WHAT CONVINCED HER TO STAYMaybe it was the roses that fell in rivulets beneath her feetOr the powdery clouds that twirled above her hair.Maybe it was the wind that sang ever so softly into her earsOf…

By: Alan Swyer “How about dinner Friday evening?” Jeff Samuels asked when his father answered the phone. “What’re you talking about?” replied Phil Samuels. “I’m coming to Florida.” “To visit?” “To do some filming and, hopefully, visit.” “You’ll have to…

By: Michal Reiben  I am searching through Google as to which insects can possibly be biting me?  Much to my surprise after intense research, the answer which turns up is ‘Bed Bugs’. How can that be? I know there is…

By: Denny E. Marshall Science Fiction Haiku on mars colonythe sky makes you feel lonelysun looks like a star reach for keyssurprised to findpocket alien alien craft landsdistant visitors puzzledby “Moo, Moo” response in the fiftiesaliens land and hide onbikini…

By Rich Elliott So you Board Members asked me to write something up. “Just tell us about the season and about Coach Thorpe. In your own words.” Fine, I’ll play your Game, I got nothing to hide. I’m outta here…

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…

By: Brandon McQuade The Aquarium Because the car is in the shop, we walk in dead heattrusting GPS, until the aquarium shows itself. It appears to us like the sea on the horizon, a mirage;an oil stain on the concrete…

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?”…