Short Story

When I woke up this morning, it was beautiful outside. There was a cold breeze, ever so slight. I turned on the TV and flicked to the news channel.…

The vending machine stood quietly in a dark avenue on the side of the street. The brick walls were old and stained; under the fading dusk, they appeared extra…

There are only two people on this train. One of them is a girl wearing a blouse sprinkled with little pink flowers. She has big brown eyes, a head…

I looked down at the screen, my brain hammering my skull, small numbers glowing 1:30 AM.  Finish homework. Pack lunch. Sleep. I promised myself, knowing full well my night…

Her brother had been acting weird for the last few days. He kept looking over his shoulder, like someone was watching. Tracy couldn’t remember exactly when it started happening—time…

Do you know how distant memories are kind of static? How when your brain plays them back, the moving images seem to be blurry or half there, as if…

13th December 2023 Location: USSRC, Alabama, America Day 4 of 14 Today, once again, was filled with activities; though I felt it stood out more than others. When I…

It was a normal summer morning. I woke up around noon. Sunlight peeked through the yellow curtains, casting long, golden streaks across the room. The light warmed everything it…

Two people walk into a bar. It sounds like the start of a bad joke, and it sort of is one. Two people who used to be kids walk…

My lips hurt, like a lot. Not exactly my lip, but the cardinal structure of my face—it feels sore and strained—like tender beef that’s about to fall off the…

Lyrics taken from Henry Moodie’s Drunk Text. Our first words were exchanged at a philosophy lecture, where he sat in the very front and spoke not infrequently about the…

The way she speaks is frantic. “Can’t you see the possibilities? I’m telling you,” her steps echo out in the deserted lab, in the deafening silence, but she continues…

Eyes were always the hardest to face. Crowds of people, strangers, passed me as I waded through their masses, keeping my gaze to their blurring hair, clothes and smiles–…

The religious season began with pilgrims rushing up the slant of the hill with necklaces of flowers and jingling bangles; brushing shoulders, blaring songs, muttering prayers. Sweat dripped down…

Being a proud anti-locker student, I am forever juggling all my textbooks, exercise books, and lunch in my bag – forever, and ever. My mother tells me it causes…

Aside from the fact that you were raised in a landlocked country—and the fact that the only body of water you could easily access was Thunersee, a 53-minute train…

Georgie has always been there for me. Waiting, sitting, lying down. He doesn’t talk much, but it’s a good kind of quiet—the kind that fills the car when it’s…

She finds him on the edge of the cliff.   “I thought you quit.” She says, through a damp haze of smoke. A note of disappointment slips into her…