The Shopkeeper by Adison Linder

Bio: Ever since I can remember, I’ve been driven to create, whether it be art, poems, or stories. To me, creating something is a way to get people to think about the world differently, whether it be through a particularly good painting or a thought-provoking novel. It lets us put the stories and images we…

Strangers on a Plane by Elizabeth Richards

Jake leaned back against the plane seat, groaning as he ran his hands through his hair. Forgot my earbuds for the…eighth time now? How much worse can this day get? You really shouldn’t ask questions like that, because fate adores irony™, and yes, it can get worse. Want to know how it can get worse?…

Conflagration by Elizabeth Richards

Day Break When daybreak comes, I am afraid. I am afraid because no matter how hard I try, I cannot fathom seeing the damage done in the sunlight. During the night I steer clear of windows, for that is the only way that I have any light that I do not wish for. In the…

Little Shop Horrors by Adison Linder

Her hopes of getting a few moments of relative peace and quiet to contemplate whether waking up tomorrow would even be worth it were dashed when the man plopped down next to her. Resentment flared in her gut, churning her already soured stomach, as she felt the telltale vibrations of some inconsiderate civilian selecting—of all…

Quicksand by Katlynn Stecklein

Stepping out into the sand, I gaze The ocean never looked so clear So full of life and unexplored The ocean’s vastness looks so mesmerizing The blue filled with promise and happiness I see friends and family and laughter The sounds harmony lightens my heart I feel as though I am floating with the waves…

The Night Walkers by Zoe Coats

  Bio: I love to play around with all different varieties of creativity. I enjoy painting, drawing, crafting, and writing. Creativity is very freeing, and you can break all the rules because rules are nonexistent. My other favorite pastime is reading. I am a big lover of stories, and I get much of my inspiration from…

The Nineteenth Alice by Adison Linder

Once upon a time, in a vast abyss, there was a dream. It was a small, insignificant dream, so much that the other dreams inhabiting the void ignored it completely. Nobody bothered to ask who dreamed it, or what it was. The tiny dream in question floated aimlessly in the corporeal darkness. It noticed as…

Archived: Last Dance by Nickie Medina

I remember the Animals knocking out the bluesy number “House of the Rising Sun.” I danced my last high school sock hop in our gymnasium just before graduation the next morning. My high school sweetheart and I circled the dance floor, totally unaware of what this night really meant. I would say good-bye to many…

Archived: Linger by Tony Park

  The moon whitened the tallest tree, as the north wind bathed it in a sweet chill, whispering, “Weave just a short time like the mortals do.”

Archived: Mr. Magpie by Tony Park

I certainly understand the exaltation of larks, but what about the pitched past pitched panegyric of magpies? Oh such a scurrilous chorus of well served scorn aimed at the world around them.   And I can tell you it’s not a dark drop of devil’s blood under their tongue, but a blue map to the…

Archived: Merely Lies by Loren McAllister

“I barely even know the woman! How would I know where she is?” I never thought in a million years I would be sitting in an interrogation room. Surprisingly, it looked exactly like those rooms you see on Criminal Minds. It was musky and dark with grey walls, one long white table, and an extremely…

Archived: Compromise :: Chelle Costello

Read the subtext: I’d leave you for a horizon Bright enough, And the only reason I’m still here Is that you’d let me.   I think of the miracle That you understand me like a second language Surprising fluency in my native tongue My savage, broken bellows finally answered by a Second voice.   It…

Archived: Proposition :: Chelle Costello

  I have an idea: let’s every one of us Walk into a field- Thistleberry and old tires growing over each other, Rusted afterthoughts and migratory birds- And raise our hands to the sky To implore the great one to tell us why we are. I am sure that if all of humanity could cry…