Something Stronger by Marissa Fox
“I’m sorry, could you say your name for me again, please?” Mr. Grossman asked, not looking up from unscrewing the…
Category: Original Lit
Winter Poems by Matthew Gasda
1 I feel suspended in you now, silent. Bare. Jangling in the cleft between your ribs. The cold is like…
Control by Chen Xi Hao & Shannon Casey
FADE IN: INT. PARKING GARAGE – LOT – NIGHT A fluorescent light flickers over the trunk of a car. CAMERA…
The Love Swarm By Tim Schumacher
I could have laid my head against real silk, and not known the difference; her dark chocolate hair splashed over…
We Are the Villains in This Story by Melissa R. Mendelson
We are the villains in this story. We are the ones that you don’t want to meet. Men and women…
Into His Head by Nat Whilk
Once upon a time there was a man who had headaches everyday, and even into the night into his head. …
God Talks to Mommy (Part One) by Shannon Casey
FOR THIS SEQUENCE WE ARE IN MA’S SCHIZOPHRENIC MIND: INT. HOSTEL BATHROOM – LATE NIGHT (MA’S MIND) We’re in a…
The Slovenian by Oline Eaton
I’m sitting on the stoop of a church discussing subliminality with the Slovenian man I met on the street ten…
Free Throw (Part 3) By Jeffrey Schrecongost
29 In the morning Don woke on Sarah’s couch, eased from sleep by eggs scrambling, sausage sizzling, and coffee…
Free Food and Agents of the Devil by Gary Siebel
We were waiting in line at the food bank when someone asked which economist(s) caused the current recession. But several…