War of My World
Pieces of earth turned into a cloud of dirt. Another blast quickly followed in its footsteps. The sky was thick…
Category: Original Lit
The Comfort in Being Sad
Doc, I muttered, It was better before I was on this shit Because Now I’m not pissed At the pseudo…
The Quiet Room
August 21, 2050. 5 p.m. They brought her in. She was bloody, disoriented, and hysterical. She mumbled incoherent sentences as…
Yet I Climb
Montel Cunningham is a true Harlem knight raised in the 1970s. He’s aspiring to become a musician but his past…
Sombrero Loco
SANTA BARBARA, California (AP) Students here are still in shock the day after a shooting rampage by one of their…
The World Is Not Black and White
The roads were quiet. Even the cars were afraid to make noise. The windows were tinted. Nobody wanted to know…
The Parachute Kids
Bright sunlight penetrated my eyes. The bed felt familiar underneath me. The room looked familiar. It took me a long…
Vigilante, The Boxers, & My Favorite Character
Pardon me for attempting to be some kind of hero or otherwise savior figure. My mistake. Pardon the garish appearance…
Gone without a Trace
Can you see me? Do you know who I am? I am the ghost walking along these streets. My face…
An Unveiling
Cynthia, you should really try being yourself if you intend to succeed This projection of being an impeccable tease is…