In the Heart of It
/A midday text woke up Malita. She turned in bed, and squinted at the screen on the bedside table. It read, ‘Are you up, yet? Did I just wake you up?’ She frowned …
By Mehreen Ahmed
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Truth is Cringe
/I’m not half as bad
as Quinn tells her friends.
Phone to her ear,
she spills us…
By Andy Cooper
Read MoreSuch Is Life
/My people hardly traveled. Those who did were few. And everyone knew them. Because they were usually the multilinguals in the village who brought news, songs and tales of other lands to our…
By Benjamin Nambu
Read MoreDelightful Drought
/Before she left for college,
we played stripped Twister
on sweaty summer nights
that set the forest …
By Andy Cooper
Read MoreThe Write Outcome
/I’ve been writing stories since he was a kid. Being a writer was all I ever wanted to be. It was a childhood hobby that I never quite grew out of. All my family and friends would read my stories. As soon as I finished typing up my story, I would…
By Chris Platt
Read MoreFound in the Wreckage
/One ticket, last red-eye.
“I'll take what she's drinking,”
I say of the redhead ahead.
Glass in hand…
By Andy Cooper
Read MoreSign Said: No Colored Allowed
/George Blackwood's empathy for the struggles of Black Americans began in his childhood in Gates, a small community in western Tennessee named for Revolutionary War General …
By Don Gardiner
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