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Poetry

By: Elizabeth Stansberry  “Rain” I know a man who works in coffee and chemistry. He can tell you how many cups of coffee it takes to create the perfect Buzz. 5 to 7. He can tell you how many atoms are…

Fiction

By:  Vanessa Cutts The question asked to describe something complex in simple terms. Ray looked around the room at the calendar, at the clock, the laptop and then noticed an executive toy on the desk. Yes, executive toys still existed….

Poetry

By Marc Carver PUT THAT BACK MAC I went into Macdonald’s with my 2 pound voucher the Indian man behind the counter stared at me. I got my food and sat down then a man started to shout at a…

Fiction

By: Alan Berger My internet bill somehow didn’t get paid on time, after time, and they finally shut it down. I  guess I put it aside to cover the rent, which hasn’t been paid either. I probably tucked that away to…

Fiction

By: Gudrun Roy Me and my sister both applied for college the same year. She was a braniac so she graduated school a year earlier than she should have. We both wanted to go to Harper College. We both wanted…

Fiction

By: Donald McMann One The first time Margaret Crossland walked into the new arena, she could smell the ice. It was a good smell, a familiar smell, even an exciting smell. It stirred her as few other scents could. W.T. had…

Poetry

By: Sandeep Kumar Mishra The After Effect Why is it necessary? A row of lights when we are supposed to sleep, Colorful Neon fantasies when we are to dream, Intoxicants slow our breath When we should be panting with labor; Why…

Fiction

By: Zane Tomich There is a lot of activity going on inside the building. I focus my sight towards the metallic wall. My x-ray vision pierces through the wall, allowing me to see everything inside. Twelve of Luthor’s henchmen stand alert….

Fiction

By: Zane Tomich   Jump. Come on, do it. Just jump. You paid hundreds of dollars for this and now you want to bail? What a waste. I mean come on. Think of it this way. You are falling so incredibly…

Poetry

By: Milt Montgue a perfect day picture a perfect day the heavens above are painted blue with a satin smooth brush white puffs are dribbled carelessly across a canvas sky small islands in an azure sea the sun smiles beneficently…