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 … Continue reading Daydreaming
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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 … Continue reading Buster
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 … Continue reading Something in the Walls
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 … Continue reading Staring
Topography
by Ola Faleti i. Staring didn't accomplish much, I always thought. We live in the 21st century. Can't people take a picture? I should be used to it by now, after a lifetime of a face that's remarkable in all the wrong ways. When I'm feeling bold I stare back. Usually I'm too tired to … Continue reading Topography
“Red Couch, Black Polka Dots. Just a Couch.”
Red couch. Black polka dots. Red couch. Black polka dots. He figures if he keeps repeating it over and over he'll believe that's all it is. A red couch, with black polka dots connected by slight lines. She'd traced those lines countless times, she said it helped her think. Just a couch. It shouldn't make … Continue reading “Red Couch, Black Polka Dots. Just a Couch.”
Once Upon a Pear
A story about a nice pear, who deals with racism. As told to my friend, who, incidentally, is 22. once upon a time, there was a pear named Miguel he was sad, as he was a different color than most pears, being blue he wasn't sad because he was blue, but nonetheless he found it … Continue reading Once Upon a Pear
