By Miles Morrison Our father who art in heaven Hollow be Thy name We're all trapped in a world Where folks think life is a game We determine a person's worth Based off money and things And never think of the value thatapersons mind really brings In a world full of greed Everyone's after... Continue Reading →
Deadman’s Switch
Arcade can barely get himself through the door, again. Drekky thing wedged itself into the frame again, and the landlord once again wasn’t answering calls. Aces. Pushing his way in, Arcade can finally take a breath free of the usual mix of chemicals that fills the air out there on the Edge. Air still stinks... Continue Reading →
“The Perfect Trip” by Courtney Kruger
The Perfect Trip By Courtney Kruger If you were to ask me how I feel about traveling/flying I would tell you I love being in the airport, for the most part, especially during the holidays. I don’t know if it’s the decorations in the terminals or the excitement of going home during Christmas break... Continue Reading →
“Meeting My Ancestry” by Courtney Kruger
Meeting My Ancestry By Courtney Kruger “In all of us there is a hunger, marrow-deep, to know our heritage- to know who we are and where we have come from. Without this enriching knowledge, there is a hollow yearning. No matter what our attainments in life, there is still a vacuum, an emptiness, and... Continue Reading →
“Rereading Childhood Books as an Adult” by Courtney Kruger
Rereading Childhood Books as an Adult By Courtney Kruger Sometime this past winter I discovered Bookaholic, a used bookstore, for the first time. It was not until the summer I realized I could rediscover favorite books from my middle and high school years. Growing up, I had never really been to used bookstores. My... Continue Reading →
“ONSET” by Courtney Kruger
ONSET by Courtney Kruger SCENE ONE – EXT – OPENING CREDITS Soft music plays as the definition of the word “onset” appears, in white font, on a black screen: on·set (ŏn′sĕt′) n. the first appearance of the signs or symptoms of an illness The definition fades away into aerial shots showing... Continue Reading →
“Where Daydreams May Go” Novelette Excerpt by Chelsea DeClue
With a sigh, I placed my head on my hand, propping it up while I stared at the instructor in front of me. His voice was monotonous, dry, and he seemed to drone on for ages. I'd always had a bit of an issue with paying attention during lectures anyway, but this man did nothing... Continue Reading →
“The Endless Cycle of Tracing Origins” by Chelsea DeClue
While most people can say, “Oh, I’m Hispanic,” or “I’m from Europe,” many Americans hit a point in their life where they ask themselves, “Where am I really from?” We look for something that is more precise than the possibilities that we’re given by our parents or grandparents. As Americans, unless you’re a very recent... Continue Reading →
