Bev wasn't hearing it! All this time and he had never admitted his true feelings. Just when she's about to walk out the door he starts clutching at the past. And this traffic! She kept threatening her Mom that she was moving back home. Snow, mountains, serenity. Not a bad way to live except for the memories… Daddy would want … Continue reading Only Two Episodes Left
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The Point Of It All
It ends at the beginning. She had been lost in her cavernous unconscious-- her hazel eyes, shielded by a mop of unkempt auburn curls, focusing and unfocusing in rhythmic succession on the still glossy, but most assuredly second hand, cover of Eight Lectures on Theoretical Physics, one of two required text for this course. It … Continue reading The Point Of It All
Is Today the Day?
He didn’t remember ordering the now half-full drink set in front of him. He must have done so but the night had begun to slide into a hazy vagueness that was becoming more and more familiar, more and more comfortable. “So then what happened?” Her voice was slightly drowned out by the ambient noises throughout … Continue reading Is Today the Day?
Trans-dimensional Housekeeping in Theory and in Practice
by Amanda Raber It’s not news to anyone here that we’re all having to find ways to stay entertained these days. Binge-watching shows on streaming services takes up some time, many hours are poured into social media, home improvement projects are getting crossed off our lists. For the most part I’m okay spending time with … Continue reading Trans-dimensional Housekeeping in Theory and in Practice
House Arrest
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
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
