Three Little Words
by Stephen Winburn Inspired by “The Deadly Hour” by Elspeth Eric There once was a man, like many others before him and after him, that… Read More »Three Little Words
May 2015
Excerpt from “Rise of the Emerald God”
by Ian Scott Wilson Chapter 1 “Do you have anything to say before we proceed?” The condemned man nodded. “Then you may,” spoke the President… Read More »Excerpt from “Rise of the Emerald God”
American History Rap Battle: Grover Cleveland vs. William Jennings Bryan
by Ian Scott Wilson Writer’s note: I wrote this rap battle in a fit of boredom, and decided to make it as historically accurate as… Read More »American History Rap Battle: Grover Cleveland vs. William Jennings Bryan
The Taste of Purple
by Kristen Walsh Each night I tip my head back Down diphenhydramine hcl I’ve had it since you left I can’t sleep without it Or… Read More »The Taste of Purple
Sunday
by Tiffany Saunders There’s peril in the sea But young men still lose their ears to the sultry roar of it. They lose their footing… Read More »Sunday
For Dad, with Regret
by Tiffany Saunders Didn’t you know I was waiting on you? Little hands on the big front door I was alone at home after 3… Read More »For Dad, with Regret
Prismability
by Brian Rivera The First Four Scenes CHARACTERS COLLIN (main) 19 years old. Bisexual. Previous love interest of Meghan, now best friend. Current love interest… Read More »Prismability
A Storm Was Rolling Through
by Cassandra Price The air smelt clean and latex free The sky was pure and blue, But deep within the heart of me A storm… Read More »A Storm Was Rolling Through
Needled Story
by Oscar Portillo There’s ink on my skin. I see it as art. You see it as rebellion. Youthful ignorance. Worthless. Demeaning. Disgraceful. I see… Read More »Needled Story
Impressions
by Slavena Salve Nissan Intersections Intersections as far as the eye can see Buildings bricks spires Gothic Revival Art Deco Cracks in the sidewalk Sunshine… Read More »Impressions
Dreams
by Stephanie Montalti Silently drifting farther and deeper, My mind reaches and clings onto the past. It stores away tiny sparks, the keeper, Whose collections… Read More »Dreams
To My Father
by Evy Michalos When you, sometimes in fear or fiery pride, See fit to boast vast land at your behest, I catch a glimpse, your… Read More »To My Father
