Short Story

By Julie Makhoul Synopsis: Let’s follow Jazmine—   a girl who wears thunder like pink roses and lipstick—   as she poetically writes her way through the trials and tribulations of life.     From broken promises to sacred awakenings,   Jazmine’s voice rises through the cracks in her world,   unfolding in verses that shimmer with resilience, rage, and grace.     Her journey is mythic, her truth unflinching.   She is unnamed, but never unseen.   A phoenix in lipstick, a unicorn

By Anna Nemeth Juniper had such a lovely time with her new present grandma and grandpa had given her for her birthday. Mother said now juniper you're getting older and need to start looking after yourself more. Juniper wasn't sure what mother was saying but nodded her head anyway .Your lovely present from grandma and grandpa may be of help though you will need to keep them safe and with you at all times. Juniper smiled there in her hands were several cards with pictures on th

By Kiarash Karimian Dowlatabad He kicked aside discarded items and garbage bags, frustrated and hopeless. His Chinese peers were getting...

By Kiarash Karimian Dowlatabad Chapter 1 – The animal kingdom “No way! I’m faster than that Hyena! They can’t even touch my tail! Plus,...

By Auriah Jordan-Smith I scratched a pencil into the rough art paper I found on the floor.  I wonder who left it there.  It was such good...

By Auriah Jordan-Smith This tin shed is stifling. I roll in circles around the wooden basketball courts, feeling free, spreading my wings...

By Leah Touchet A sinking feeling of dejection is what it is to just delete it all and yet to heal is to wake up as to restore the heart...

By Margaret Melva Oldroyd Jacob Miller loved his breakfast nook. Technically speaking, it wasn’t actually a breakfast nook but instead a...

By Margaret Melva Oldroyd Linda loved her kids. They never visited.  Linda’s kitchen was small, but she had her breakfast nook that she...

By Margaret Melva Oldroyd September 1903  When Minnie Mae was fifteen, she fell out of the hay loft. Luckly, she fell into more  hay....

By Tim Udy Reality is not a place. It is a ritual. It is an emergent tapestry, coded in layers—by consciousness, for consciousness.  And...

By Clinton Koola Scene 1 The flickering neon sign of "The Damned Soul" cast a sickly green glow on the rain-slicked pavement. Inside, the...

By Zoé Daoust The world wasn’t always this quiet. Once, there were the unending sounds of automobiles going to and fro with great haste....

By Zoé Daoust    Jason had heard a lot of terrible sounds in his life. Sounds he doesn’t care to revisit, so he’s shoved them deep, deep,...

By Zoé Daoust The Haunted Cruise Hi! My name is Aby Miller. I’m here to tell you about the time I solved the mystery of the Haunted...

By Zoé Daoust The Situation Couldn’t Be Worse.        Trapped in a locked room with his adoptive father, who he hadn’t spoken to in ages....

By Zoé Daoust  The Autumn wind blew through the open window, strong enough to sway the open scissors, tied to the ceiling with a crimson...

By Zoé Daoust    Arian sighed as he looked up towards the sun, bringing his tan hand up to check the time, judging it to be about three o’clock. Still another couple hours before he could go home.        The sun seemed hotter than usual as he sat behind his market stall, waiting for the next customer. He idly wondered if perhaps the intense heat would spoil his goods. Could olives sit at such temperatures once picked? He would have to ask his father.         He watched as a m

By Ian Gerstl I hate those words—not ‘I,’ ‘love,’ or ‘you,’ but the sequence. I remember the first time she said those fateful fucking...

By Lelaina MacDonald “Coy, come on, dude!” my roommate, Parker, yells at me while I’m standing on my bed looking at the ceiling in my...