CHARACTERS: PETER MCHENDRY, a university professor who has been supervising ETHAN and LAURA’S research. He has been hearing whispers underneath the quiet of the night. LAURA WHITE, an anthropology student who dreams of unlocking the lost mysteries of ancient civilizations. ETHAN HARDY, a linguistics student who is the only one knowledgeable on the recently unearthed … Continue reading
Monthly Archives: February 2019
A Presidential Candidate—Ellora Bultema
The following is a transcript of a speech intended to be given at a press release for Samson Roth. As election day rolls around and the candidates get antsy, I know this is the time when rumors emerge and secrets get unburied. As your soon to be 45th president I can’t help but think how … Continue reading
The Secrets of Vinegaroon—Brenton Rossow
The summer of ninety-one was a bad one. I got stung by a Portuguese man-of-war off The Gulf of Mexico and ended up with a horrible scar. Ninety-two I was sitting on a couch in my brother-in-law’s place when I felt as if someone had dug a knife blade into my shin. I looked down … Continue reading
Brains That Have Been Cut Up and Dried—Dana Denise Dela Fuente
Outside the creative view of literature, there are those who may not find deeper meaning from arbitrary symbols. To interpret snow with winter and then conclude death as foreshadowing, we may be jumping to big conclusions don’t you think? Such things make a novels predictable, and perhaps they do play as an emblem that may … Continue reading
In the Eye—Sarah J. Reilly
Look me in the eye. Look me in the eye, boy. You think I wanna be here? In this. damn. town.? You think I wanna be here, boy? I said look at me! Look at me, boy! I didn’t know… I didn’t know…that this is ride-through or die-through type town. Nobody told me that two … Continue reading
Dues—Katie Pontious
July heat weighs heavy on my shoulders like a freight train or a case of cement poured on me instead of our work site. Troweling blades have been banned ever since one carved a jagged lightning bolt of pain deep into my forearm, blood sloshing like a 7-Eleven slurpee onto the newly-poured sidewalk. It needed … Continue reading
April 17th—Katie Pontious
It’s the third Wednesday of April. Mom comes home with her monthly allowance. What little is left after the government fees. Prices rise as the allowance shrinks. The line is long and slow at the food bank, winding and lethargic like a river run dry. It doesn’t buy enough, it never does, and each month, … Continue reading
Apology to my Second Grade Self—Lauren DiEdwardo
I’m sorry I spilled that chocolate milk on your pants. The other kids laughed for weeks. Continue reading
WheelBARREL—Lauren DiEdwardo
as an almost adult I almost know for sure that the word “barrow” does not exist. It didn’t exist when I was young, I’m almost sure because “barrel” just made more sense. so I dare you to try and change my mind. You won’t. I promise. Continue reading
Just Because Bad Heart—Michael Lee Johnson
Just because I am old do not tumble me dry. Toss me away with those unused Wheat pennies, Buffalo nickels, and Mercury dimes in those pickle jars in the basement. Do not bleach my dark memories Salvation Army my clothes to the poor because I died. Do not retire me leave me a factory pension … Continue reading
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