By Bruce Levine The last flight had taken off, or at least they thought it had. For Greg and Larry it was up to themselves to fend for themselves. They’d taken on the challenge because the reward offered was so…

By: Torsaa Emmauel Oryiman Stepping into the university as a fresh undergraduate was both exciting and terrifying. From the moment I gained admission through JAMB, my mind was filled with dreams of academic excellence. I had made a firm decision…

By: Philipp Ammon Condemnation Cleese is a racistJust as TrumpEvilAn old white man CommunionJoinTwo minutesHate FindThe racistThe sexistThe ageistThe ableistThe bigot Find the foeHe isEverywhere He isHideousDeviousHe won’t tellHe isYou know Find the crimeMake the conjunctionFind the linkThe link existsDig…

By: Don Tassone      One Saturday morning, I was working in my garage when I felt funny and had to sit down.  As I looked around, my son’s dusty bike in the corner caught my eye.  Then somehow it was…

By: Yucheng Tao  Today, the museum closes its doors early,waiting;how much of the night’s bleaknessseeps into it, enjoying the dark corridors.The Indian tents with pointed frames,like spears of bone, stand piercedin the empty lobby, lonely,waiting;how the winter wind cuts through…

By: Joey Bender I was alone, sad, and bored when a message from her came. I knew I shouldn’t reply—I didn’t really like her all that much, and I’m pretty sure she felt the same. But it was good enough;…

By: James Aitchison So little needsexplaining.What mysteriescan there be whennone exist?Courage guides theman with the senseto listen.What is turmoil?What is rage?Each man holds thesame answers.Each man has anordered path,should he wish it.

By James Aitchison He was a barrister, spymaster, novelist, poet, a British Lord, and Governor-General of Canada.  His most famous book was first filmed in 1935 by Alfred Hitchcock.  In the pantheon of great British thriller writers — John le…

By: Debbie Tunstall Griefs algorithm It goes like this: punching walls to the sound ofthe snapping of the bottle, followed by silence. The upward trek on hind legs,the ground sliding beneath them. Trek quietly, lightly, efficientlywith smiles stuffed into my…

By Drew Bufalini When cousins Paul and Jerry were young, daring, and impressionable, they made a good name for themselves in their bad Detroit neighborhood. They were smart types who went through phases of intense interest in a particular subject,…