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A vision of myself had sparkled in my mind over two full bowls of cereal that morning, undimmed even by my mother’s ridiculous insistence that I finish off the last [...]
A poem by Kris Levin.
He knocked on my door in a mad fury, and I almost spilled my tea. After the first knock he waited patiently. Perhaps he was polite all the [...]
A poem by Amanda Kimmerly.
The reason why it didn’t happen until 2050, she told me, is that they didn’t invent the technology until 2150. It can only go back so far, she told me, [...]
A poem by Amanda Kimmerly.
A poem by Justin Wood.
Having lead a life of incredible privilege, Dalton Bennington was not accustomed to waiting. People waited on him, sure, all the time, but Benningtons did not wait on people. Yet [...]
A poem by Jimi Hollemans.
This wasn’t what Harvey had signed up for.
He was in their bedroom now, tearing through His wife’s jewelry in search of something, anything, that might be able to protect him. [...]
A poem by Kathryn Stroude.
My uncle’s eyebrows are nothing like Andy Rooney, but he’s got ole Andy’s knack for shtick.
“On my 50th birthday I realized that if I died today of a massive [...]
February 14, 1989 – Mr. Arnold Hobbes and Ms. Elaina Marie Crewson were joined in holy matrimony this past Wednesday at Eagle Rock Presbyterian Church in San Jose, California. Reverend [...]
A poem by Amanda Kimmerly.
A poem by William J. Vancans.
A poem by Amanda Kimmerly.
A poem by A.K. Jackson.
Snow lightly danced out of the sky, each flake choosing her finale carefully. Some wanted to leave an impression, and nestled on the ground with other flakes, hiding the grass. [...]
I can slouch whenever I want and nobody can tell me differently because I am the Sultan of Slouching. Not even old ladies carrying forty-thousand pounds of sawdust on their [...]
So, this was how it was going to be? My God, I don’t even have the strength. Ten hours and 22 minutes of bodily pain, three different positions, [...]
Times Square in the rain, in a bus, gliding through the crowds, Anonymous. They
wonder who we are rolling down their busy street. For a minute. There is [...]
A poem by Amanda Kimmerly.
The Pacific Ocean roars beneath me. I stand on the edge of the overhang and look out as clouds gather against the horizon. Storm coming in for sure. A small [...]
“It feels different this time, don’t you think?”
I look up from my newspaper to Celeste who is standing with her back to me washing dishes. I know what she [...]
A poem by Matthew Rice.
The intention had been for a celebratory evening. But in the taxi, on the ride home at the close of the night, silence prevailed and neither Eric nor Nedra felt [...]
My flatmate Chris was being bothered by a cat.
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‘So how’s Gilda doing today, Grace?’ Mrs Cooper asked.
‘Last night we thought she was a goner,’ said nurse Grace, as blunt as ever, ‘but she’s hanging on. She’s a fighter.’
‘She [...]
A poem by Rebecca Box.