A 7am Commute

Staring didn't accomplish much, though the riders seemed to think that if they looked long and hard enough at the intercom they could make the conductor cease his morning announcements. It was a rainy Friday morning, not even 7am. You could tell the seasoned Chicago veterans from the newbies by the umbrellas casually dangling from …

Quad of Kin

by Cat Coule Staring didn't accomplish much But to make my eyes much wetter. No matter how much power lies in my irises, It was much less than enough to bring back life to his. Alas, he was now among the unseen, where eyes have little influence. So I sang, the sounds among us channeled …

Daydreaming

by T.S. Henderson "Staring didn't accomplish much." She would often say. My sister, she was right. My daydreaming troubled her, and I could never ascertain as to why that was. My staring off into the distance wasn't ever blurred though. I did have a focus for my attention. She was as much a realist as …

Buster

by Jeff Fleischer Staring didn't accomplish much. The food was definitely there, almost mocking him through the glass container. The top half of an hourglass with one thin funnel. Even a smart cat could tell only that the food fell through that funnel on some kind of predictable rhythm, and start to feel anticipation when …

Something in the Walls

by Brian Riggins Starting didn’t accomplish much. I took everything out of the first box and inspected the contents piece-by-piece, resisting the urge to reminisce or get distracted. Everything looked fine. Everything smelled fine. It was just a box of the kind of junk stuff a person accumulates throughout their teens and 20s, and now …

You’re the Lime

by Danny Trinidad Staring didn’t accomplish much You’re next to me, but too far to touch I know sometimes I talk too much There aren't enough words for you The things you laugh at, make me laugh too And I love, the things you do. The songs you like, the shows you view In The …

Staring

by Connor Kreger Staring didn’t accomplish much. It hung from the hanger in front of you and it would hang there until you worked up the nerve to reach out and grab it. You turned your gaze up and to the left a bit, looking at the mannequin that had caught your eye from nearly …