It was almost midnight, which meant it wouldn’t be long before June’s second lie arrived at her front door. She wondered who it would take the form of this evening. A disgruntled teacher, maybe, the one who had been told June’s dog had barfed all over her homework, hence why she had not brought it in for grading. Or… Read more →
Still, You – Michael Ogbuagu
Ceaseless Watcher – Cora Van Y
Sara Berrocal – Conversations and Ink
We didn’t live in the apartment on the 44th floor anymore. We made a life, we made our story. Yet, one quiet night, the stars looked brighter as we all sat at the mantel-adorned table inside an Italian restaurant in New York. John had made the reservation, arriving at 7 pm on the dot, and Isobel was retouching her… Read more →
Ava Fitzgerald – Rainy Days
Rainy Days Wellness for me is a sky full of clouds set to boil over, rain on the windows and grass, but never inside, In that magical moment when everything seems warm and cozy and soft. Inside, time stretches like taffy, hours kept by progress I’ve made on that book, that painting, that crocheted project (that I’ll probably… Read more →
Storyboard From a Personal Project/Screenplay – Ivery Lechuga
PIGS & MOTHS – Arianna De Curtis
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Salt in the Cracks – Audrey Platt
The ocean did not arrive all at once. It rehearsed. First it pressed its palm against the shore, testing the temperature of the town. Then it leaned farther, slipping its fingers through storm drains, resting its chin on the lowest steps of houses built too confidently. Marisol noticed before anyone else. In the mornings she unlocked the bakery on Calle… Read more →
Tomorrow – Grace Conley
Don’t wait up. Are the words that Hunter texts me at 11 p.m. on Wednesday, as if I haven’t been waiting for him to get home for the past three hours. A little late for that, babe, but thanks. The vibrant orange bag that sits on our spotless countertop looks majorly out of place next to the pristine white plates… Read more →
almost, again – Katie Albright
inanimate and unaware that would be the last time. you remain unchanging while i do nothing but change. what does it mean that i am envious or maybe guilty. holding more dust now than you hold memories of a distant past, teacups filled to the brim with air, spill- ing shared secrets, laughter echoing through my mind. … Read more →