By Ramprasath 1 “How much can you afford?” Agent Neel asked. His eyes fell all over Renuga. Renuga appeared gorgeous despite her simple clothing. She just wore a red cotton saree with sandal blouse. A faultless glowing fleshy skin coupled…

By: Eryn King Freezing and numb, the world looked like it was beginning to fade away as darkness slowly took over my eye sight. Did I meet it–death I mean, the action or fact of dying or being killed; the end…

By: Jeremy Kim Loud clicks and taps His face a red sun I look to my screen Just chilling in a corner A cry for help His temper getting hotter I walk to him He’s surrounded by enemies I fire and…

By: Alex Lobera The lid and prop, detached, lie nearby: abandoned sword and shield of a once-proud warrior of song. The former-grand now lies on its side, exposed, its case open, frame and strings, the innards of one more dead, spilt…

By: Alex Lobera He was never born, yet I held him in my hands. Too early to be dead, much too early to be alive. I can’t remember all his features yet they are etched by Life’s stern chisel in the…

By: Tiffany Lee If a flower could feel, Then it would know only love. But the rose does not know the pain it gives to others, Its thorns wear the blood of others. With a touch of the rose, The whole…

By: Raymond Greiner How is progress clearly gauged? Is progress a machine or device invented to create less physical or mental challenge to daily routines? When does comfort become a negative and hard work a positive? In reality both offer favorable…

By: Cattail Jester there were more flowers here one time once upon a once upon she was a beauty queen before the pregnancy the shattered dreams the beating now it’s a burned up place where salt is sewn but I…

By: Cattail Jester he’s a loud noise in the back pulling fur of winter over his back to keep warm she’s a quiet sound wandering in the middle of winter melting snow with her bare feet it’s that kind of thawing…

By: Jolo Motus When Gerardo started sleeping under the stop sign in the corner of my neighborhood, everything changed. Two summers ago, Gerardo ended up in Academy Way, the street I lived in. He told me that he was normally from…