By: Gaither Stewart A strutting and swaggering couple they are, Fascism and the entrenched class of war. Their distorted visions of gallantry and nation come so naturally to both. The spick and span generals, employers of mercenaries and killers, chin…

By: Samuel Cole Riding high on cardio endorphins, I spot Bryan with a Y standing tall at the top of the stairs, sporting the crimson-colored basketball shorts and the gray All For One t-shirt I bought for him during a…

By: Linda M Crate slain of their innocence the children stand in the blood of memories not their own crowned orphans by the hatred of men who have never met them but do not want their existence they are the…

By: Linda M Crate stop staring a picture would last longer, but don’t expect me to pose; your entire existence annoys me when you feel the necessity to be rude i try not to be cruel sometimes my tongue is…

By: Linda M Crate i feel exhausted of this place hangs heavy on my bones, and i’m exasperated of this job doesn’t do anything more than pay the bills; i just want to write, write, and write to be lost…

By: Raymond Greiner Horace Willingham epitomized success, a Harvard business school honors graduate working as an investment banker for thirty years. He has accumulated a personal net worth of ten million dollars and resigned from investment banking to direct time…

By: M S Pallister The kettle whistled. Virginia looked at her I-heart-NY cup, sitting lonely on the worktop, and for the second time that morning broke down in tears. Rage tears. What about the allotment I had planned? All the rhubarb,…

By: Dr. Cornelia Păun Heinzel Translated by : Sorana Avramescu Once Cornelia stepped into the city of pools, of romance, of supreme love and of the cruelest betrayals in love, Venice, the land rise of water, she had the feeling…

By: Ginger Simons I knew that the wind was shaking the windows. From the low light seeping in from behind the curtains, I knew that it was either early morning, or dusk. I knew that I was lying in a bed,…

By: Daisy Sortibran Amethyst scrunched up her nose as she watched the seats in the big red tent began to fill up. Her dad had dragged her and her younger siblings to the circus and she wasn’t happy about it. She…