by Jack I’m locked in a prison of my own creation. Surrounded not by four bleak walls, etched with the memories of former inmates. But by six spacious rooms, scarred with quirky interior design and floating IKEA shelves. I don’t rattle a tin cup against steel bars in protest. Rather, I drag a chic stoneware … Continue reading House Arrest
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Mother’s Medicine
by Ian Watts Jonas was ill again, the poor thing. I heard his coughing from the kitchen: wet and heavy, like a prizefighter’s blows against a sopping blanket. He needed me. He needed his mother. I lifted the gas lamp and went swiftly to his bedside. When I found him, his body was as damp … Continue reading Mother’s Medicine
Walk Me Out in the Morning Dew
by Connor Kreger Day 230 “Keith.” Silence. “Keith.” He stirs and rolls onto his back, eyes closed. “Donna… What time is it?” “I dunno. Four in the morning.” He sighs. She throws her arm across his chest and moves her body next to his. “Keith… did you hear that?” “Hear what?” She takes a deep … Continue reading Walk Me Out in the Morning Dew
Too Much
by Erich Alejandro I can’t take the isolation any more, he thought. I should just go out. What’s the harm? I can’t hide in here forever. Life goes on! People need connection! Am I just going to live in fear? Trapped for days, weeks? How long has it even been? And I’ve accomplished NOTHING the … Continue reading Too Much
Deep Freezer
by Kat Gilman Rose I am not one to overreact. Really, I’m not. You might disagree after I tell you what happened, but you weren’t there, so don’t judge me. I’ll start at the beginning – I went through the cupboards and the fridge, and there was definitely 14 days of food, because that’s how … Continue reading Deep Freezer
Rush
by Jordan She bumped into a man in a tan coat, but he didn’t move. She tried to duck between a pair of jean-clan knees, but there was not enough room to wedge her shoulders through. She turned around in the sea of people, searching for an opening, and rolled over groggily, the dream tempting … Continue reading Rush
Only Seconds
by Jean Henegan I’m not the type to believe in happily ever after or even the concept of true love. Possibly because I’ve never been in love myself, but that’s a topic for therapy rather than this collab. But, for one moment several years ago, I dropped my cynicism toward the concept of love and … Continue reading Only Seconds
