The bright sunlit day created an illusion of warmth and wellbeing, but insidious reality could not be so easily ignored. Beyond the sunny rays, softly rustling leaves, and morning-quiet street, the world was not right. It was apparent in the lack of people taking their dogs on daily walks, the absence of traffic on the … Continue reading Something’s Not Right: II
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Something’s Not Right: I
The bright sunlit day created an illusion of warmth and wellbeing, but insidious reality could not be so easily ignored. Beyond the sunny rays, softly rustling leaves, and morning-quiet street, the world was not right. It was apparent in the lack of people taking their dogs on daily walks, the absence of traffic on the … Continue reading Something’s Not Right: I
Where It Happens
Hello. My name is Jacob. I should probably tell you I’m 8. I have two sisters. One is 9 and the other is 5. I draw a lot. It gets me in trouble sometimes. I draw in school when I’m not supposed to and my teacher tells me to stop, but I can’t! I have to draw! My parents … Continue reading Where It Happens
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
Customers Also Watched
by Dave My 10:30 was cancelled, so I had just enough time to shower and get breakfast before my 11:15. The cats, who didn’t get shower breaks, glared at me over the tops of their monitors as I passed. “Closers get coffee,” I muttered. My best ideas came in the shower. That’s where I got the idea … Continue reading Customers Also Watched
How the Time Flies
by Dan Schryer Pillars of sloped light blinked across the bedroom ceiling. Matthew rubbed the sleep from his eyes, spitting a hushed curse across the room as he sat up. He was weak, his limbs heavy, pinned under the sheets by some languid magnetism. The light pouring in from the windows began to dull, softening … Continue reading How the Time Flies
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
