Almost As Good

He sang into that mic and hit a series of notes that gave her full body shivers. How lucky she was that music affects her this way, that she could immerse herself so deeply into a song. And how a song can evoke memories so clear and sharp she can almost smell the cologne he …

Skunky

by Neka Barrera You never thought her confidence, as fierce as the lion on her left bicep, would wilt as deeply as the rose on her right hip. You thought it was you- ignoring her regularly, taking her for granted. The true cause? The skunk who crossed her path on a balmy Chicago summer night- …

Dark Blue

by Raven I dreamt about him again last night. He was thin and pale, maybe sick, or just underslept. I drove him down treacherous roads, weaving around tight curves, going faster and faster, until we arrived at my home in some foreign place. I didn't ponder where we were, because in dreams thinking only distracts …

The Split

By Ian Watts Ego was out walking with Id and Superego again. Those two were gregarious fellows, backslapping types. They led him up the street, flanking him, one to each arm. In either ear they chattered and chirped, nattered and nickered. He’d be tugged to the left – “Look there!” Id’s bellow was rich, dark, …

Just For a Moment

By Elise Leibowitz Cruising down the highway, I saw a line of donkeys, trotting along the dusty sidelines of the road. Accompanying them were two men of medium stature. Their bodies were wiry, yet sturdy. Their skin was the color of a bruised banana peel, dark brown and sweet. Both men were in their early …

Walking in the Woods

By Connor Kreger Chuck had been walking in the woods for 15 minutes when he remembered why he hated walking in the woods. Not only was it hot even in the shade, but it was so humid that he could almost see steam rising from the ground as he waded along. He had tried to …

Pushing Forward

By Cheyenne Shrader She felt the muscles in her thighs tense as her heels pushed down and back and down and back propelling her bike forward. Each pedal pushing away the bullshit. The only sounds to be heard were the chirping of crickets, the occasional croak of frogs and the steady mechanical sound of her …

The Rose

By Sara Chana Brummel A flower is so beautiful. Yet there's always that twinge of dread at the inevitability of them wilting and dying away. That was the feeling I first had when I realized I was in love. I reveled in its beauty and dreaded its ultimate demise. One night, I sat crying when …