Fiction

By Alex Dako, He checked his cellphone; he had two missed calls and a text message that read: “hey man… I need your muscles at

By Sarah Edmonds They are perfect. Just how he remembers them—better, even. Circular and golden, with purpled unbroken globes all over, each evenly spaced from

By Lillian Neal “Three minutes,” I say, struggling to keep the nerves from my voice as I start the timer. I use the mirror to gauge

By Derek Alan Jones Okay, look. I did push the button. Carl told me not to push it, but, I mean, have you ever been

By Sean Nishi It can get exhausting. The school kids. The team building groups. The seminarians. Especially the seminarians. Today we have a group of

By RICHSKI  I conducted my interview with John Ashfield as part of a university-led project to record recollections of the last remaining World War Two

By Steven Daniel When I was a boy, my friend Ellie could almost fly. I remember the first time she showed me. We snuck up

By Andrew Clark, At first, Catherine Davis thought some kids had played a prank. On the front lawn of her Riverdale home were two piles:

By Geeta Johal, Samuel glances over his shoulder and sees the moon spilling into the sea.  He dusts his leather jacket, hides a gun under