by Elliot Berkley Elsie found the girl who was once her sister in the Chapel of the Sleeping Angels. She had known Annabel would be there. Annabel was living with her mother now, who was devoutly involved with the Chapel. And Annabel was more often alone. One had to turn to something. And if it was praying, so be it. Annabel stood before a statue of a sleeping angel. She looked like a mirror image. Read more
by Gabrielle Idso Dear Jorune, Your mother asked me to write because I can’t talk and she thinks I’m dying soon. Maybe I am. 70 years in this world. Isn’t that something? I could start with my birth, but that’s not really where I began. My mother carried all her eggs from the day she was born. I was inside her before I was anything. I like thinking about that. Makes 70 feel less final. Read more
by Monica Duff For as long as I can remember, the humans have gathered around fires and told stories. They would tell stories about their ancestors and their gods, and I would listen from the protective embrace of the forest. There was one story in particular that broke my heart every time, and it only got worse as the humans passed it down through the generations. It started off as a simple misunderstanding. A man Read more
by Landen Morris The vast emptiness of space resonated as the moon shone bright over the valley of Miras, beaming through the unidentifiable wood of alien trees that made up the foliage. Deeper into the valley, where the moonlight could not reach but the stars and planets appeared blissfully in the sky, where the nature of the universe truly was made, was an astronomer’s dream they longingly awaited for. Those who dream of the stars Read more
by Ed Jacobs Shana sat against the back wall of Mike’s Sandwich Shoppe with her phone laying face up on the table. A parade of cars passed by the floor-to-ceiling marketplace window, every one in a hurry to be somewhere else. Across from her, Baptiste’s eyes remained firmly on his phone, Twitter or Facebook probably. Shana couldn’t tell which, they’re both blue when shining off Baptiste’s black shades and mahogany skin. Shana’s hand drifted idly Read more