Minnie Mouse
Raven Baksh
Goddamn, she is some sort of hot today. What is it? Like, nine thousand degrees out? All these sun burnt people with their sun burnt children don’t seem to be bothered… With their bare chicken legs out and their little…
Category:Prose
“Hippy Boyfriend”
Alyson “Allie” Brill
I’m not goin’ anywhere. I live in a basement studio apartment with a cracked toilet seat and a peeling paint job. My buddies come over and tell me my place looks like a crack den. I don’t clean things. I’m…
Clouds
Elias Chess
Clouds. Always clouds. They’re why my life is as it is today. Fucking clouds.
I can’t believe I used to lie out in a field for hours, just so I could look up at the sky and be with the…
An Old Friend (Variation of Little Red Riding Hood)
Timothy Hayden Hamilton
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The Reunion
Wolf lurks through a dim alleyway in the hood, picking through garbage, trying to go un-noticed. A low pitched idling engine echoes down the alley, he pays it no mind. The soft whine of old car brakes…
Ruby
Alyson “Allie” Brill
Deep, silky brown hair cascaded down her small frame. She had wide eyes and soft pink china doll cheeks. Sparkling on her right ring finger was a ruby red ring with a gold band. 21-year-old Ruby began packing for her…
Little Red
Eli Chess
In the deserts of the American wasteland, every living being is always hungry, always thirsty.
Some are fortunate enough to live next to a relatively clean water source where resourceful Roamers erected giant, tremulous windmills to pump water from deep…
The Origin of Racial Conflict
Max Monahan
Beginning at its literal conception, life has had a singular unwavering objective: to survive. A redundancy at face value, this statement is the illustration of a crucial principle: Life, uniquely, by its very nature must put forth effort to…
Bridges
Jennifer Andrews
She stands on a steel girder, her feet hooked around its ice edge, her hand wrapped tight around a cabled wire, her body, pulsing, pulsing in the wind.
Nicole
Kelly Abrams
The air was crisp, and winter was finally settling in. The air smelled of snow, though I knew it would never come. Because my friend had been admitted to the hospital the night before, I’d slept at my mother’s side,…
Matilde and the Monster
Fernando Montiel Sanchez
On a warm fall day that smelled of earth and rain, Matilde stood in the middle of the backyard with her husband, Fernando, trying to figure out a game for their children to play—a game that would not frighten them.…