HAPPY ANNIVERSARY by Trinity Summitt
The Smiths sat across the small, iron-legged table from one another, and Marilyn’s eyes were heavily focused on the smudged glass topper. She turned her gazed to the partially open sliding door that led...
A PRETTY FACE by Anna Fritze
A Pretty Face
By Anna Fritze
Because it was her first day out for a while, she wore her favorite neon purple dress. They let her pick it out, surprisingly. She wanted to be noticed as...
O GIGANTE by Gustavo Salvaggio
O GIGANTE
Havia um gigante encerrado entre os muros da cidade. Era a praça central onde ele cochilava, respirando, e o tráfego próximo a ele era interditado devido a inúmeros acidentes automobilísticos decorrentes da respiração...
MOTHER by Jacob RV
Terra was a mother of seven; America, Asia, Albert, Annica, Austin, Ani, and Edward. She was a single mother. Terra worked countless jobs to provide for her children but as a result could not...
DESCENT by Robert Gamer
Descent
Pulling the rip cord, it failed to work. Same with the rip cord for the escape chute. Spiraling down, I quickly deduced that my parachutes were not supposed to open. As I glanced...
THE ELEVATOR by Rory Rimel
“Stop pressing all the god damn buttons, that’s not going to get us out of here any sooner.” said Richard.
“I can’t help it; you know I hate enclosed spaces.” said Jamie. I wish we...
MORE by Karole Bennett
The cold metal table pressed into my back, and the cork, water-stained, ceiling loomed over me. A lightbulb dangled from a tarnished-brown chain. The dim light misted through the room, emitting a faint,...
LIFE AND DEATH by Xavier Paris
I barely had enough time to see the truck coming.
Crazy what happens to someone when they don’t look both ways. I did it almost religiously when I was younger, but as I...
MOZART’S SONATA IN D MAJOR by Bo Kearns
Drawn by the prospect of publication, writers gathered at the conference in Malibu. A bespectacled woman, her gray hair uniformly curled under at the edges, stood and read from her work. “The mother left...
WILDERNESS by Sandra Perez
She sits in the wilderness of her heart, once again balancing the dinner plate on the arm of the sofa, watching the six o’clock news. Sometimes she wipes away just a couple of...