It was so quiet in Ray’s house he could hear the popping of bubbles in his seltzer can and the hot water boiling in the radiators. It was so quiet in the house he even heard the houseplant squeak as a new leaf inched closer to unfurling from the base. A swift gulp from Read More…
Category: short stories
Back to Beirut by Ghenwa Elkhoury
“Book the quickest ticket and get out of there”, his panicked voice says over the breaking line, “it’s not worth it”. But it is worth it. Anyone who has ever experienced a Mediterranean sunset from a mountain’s peak in Laklouk would know, every damn second is worth it. You get there two days before Read More…
The House Dracula Built- by Gregorie Marshall
The most responsible task of an artist is to remember the journey from boy to man, then to express that journey lyrically or poetically, with a pen or with a brush, and then display it for the world’s partakers to find shelter and peace within it. Such a task calls for the trust of memory. Read More…
Is it good enough? Would it be perfect?: Thirteen Rules of Writing- by Amanda Beres
Whenever I think of writing, I think of teenagers or middle schoolers. Perhaps this is because that is around the time I fell in love with writing. Perhaps it’s because most protagonists I’ve seen in books are teenagers. I was ten years old, in fifth grade, and writing poems in my notebook where notes should Read More…
This Is About Me, Not You- by Kamryn Kobel
Whenever I try to write about myself, it always ends up being about you. But this has to be about me. I have to make this about me. Me. Me, me, mine, like a mantra. Like a vow. I have to remember this, because if I don’t, I’ll start writing about you instead. I’m always Read More…
Cherry Coke- by Brooke L. Meservey
I’ll preface this with this disclaimer, I’ve got an active imagination. I like to go to my friends shows and socialize like anyone, but every time I’m there I see this woman drinking cherry coke. I know that’s what it is because I’ve heard her order it. Perhaps on occasion it was a water with Read More…
The Devil’s Train- by Leah Dunn
“But where are we gonna go?” I remember those fateful words all too well. Speaking to a man on the train tracks, alone, and at night no less. I knew better, and had I actually listened to my gut, I wouldn’t be here. I’d probably be home in bed, comfortable. Safe. Instead, I found myself Read More…