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,…

Lies

By Megan Finsel She was lying to me. I knew that because the truth was spelled out across her face. It was hypnotizing, in fact, how each word bled across her forehead. I couldn’t take my eyes off them. Was I the only one who could see them? I couldn’t tell; no one else seemed…

Going Down?

By Riley Quinn The space is cramped with all thirteen of us in here, but we couldn’t tell the woman in labor and her neurotic husband to wait for the next elevator with her looking ready to pop, and nor could we disclude the man with his son and daughter here to see their mommy…

Today As I Walked

By Annette Kinship …downtown called upon me to notice the many beautiful sights. There are buildings of great importance: a well-known museum; a magnificent looking bank with a Gold dome; an old theatre where famous plays and dances had been seen and an Old Catholic church of great size. It is fall and the leaves…

The Culvert

by Anonymous   Curled up in the culvert, I spun the cylinder on my revolver as I struggled to release the last shred of emotions that had once made me feel human. To my surprise and discomfort, a black crow landed by my feet. To me, it was a sign that the loaded gun in…

Space Aloner

by ThatSynGirl This is Moore. I’m one of the pilots from the spacecraft that went rogue. It’s lost all contact with Earth. This is just a journal entry. Just some thoughts. No one to talk to. May as well talk to a camera. It’s quiet up here. The most solitary silence that you will never…