A Really Killer Ad

By: Breanna Glover-VanRensselaer   He washed the red smears off his hands, then sat down at his computer and began to type. Things with his last roommate just hadn’t worked out. He wrote: Room for rent, $600, at 1200 Serial Lane, Salt Lake City, Utah. Includes: A furnished bedroom, with a queen-sized bed. Don’t flip…

The Ultimate Ultimatum

By Brandon Henry On an ordinary day, Bickford would have been already deep into the bowels of the Clearwell mine. He has now worked in that bloody mine for over fifteen years. Like most families in England, times were tough. Bick only makes five quids a day, barely making ends meet. The Great War has…

Stains

By Megan Finsel “It won’t come out,” she said, and I could hear panic in her voice. “Just scrub harder.” From the sound of the splashing liquid hitting the tile, I could imagine she was slapping it against the side of the tub. “What do I do if it’s permanent?” I rolled my eyes. “You…

The Ghost in the Bedroom

By Megan Finsel She was screaming again. I could hear her even though the door muffled the sound. I tried not to listen as she shrieked and hollered about muddy work boots and nonsense. I didn’t envy her husband; the poor old man took the worst of it. A slice of light fell in a…

Thirteen axes minus one

By Lexxa Blood is pouring from my fingers again and I have no clue as to why. Maybe it has something to do with my cell phone being cracked. Glass pieces are everywhere and I am lucky enough to crush every piece in between my fingers somehow. At least that’s what I think, even though…

Candelabra

By Megan Finsel I spend three weeks in the dining room staring at it on the shelf before I find the courage to touch it. When my hand doesn’t pass through, when my fingertips connect with the cold, rough metal, I could cry. Touch is a funny thing, when you think about it. How when…

You Did

By Lydia We told you not to light the match, but you did it anyway. You were so drunk you couldn’t understand yourself. We tried to stop you. You said you wanted to do it. So you did it. We hid from the fire department when they arrived at the Celery Fields, ten minutes after…

The Third Law

By Beatrice (1)MASKING (n). The act of covering up one’s own natural appearance. (2)Beatrice Jolie is an intelligent, attractive 26-year-old woman. She is studying to be a nurse during the day, and working nights at a nursing home. Beatrice doesn’t find it hard to stay awake all night; the patients are elderly and sleep fitfully,…