How It Feels to Be Fired
Alternative Fiction Every night, as I lay silently with my siblings, I could hear her screams. Although I desperately wanted to do something, I just stayed where I was, totally impotent. From my...
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Alternative Fiction Every night, as I lay silently with my siblings, I could hear her screams. Although I desperately wanted to do something, I just stayed where I was, totally impotent. From my...
Serial Fiction Jamie was almost too scared to turn around, but she did anyways. She briefly thought about how stupid it was that she was taking orders from an app, but dismissed it. What...
Haibun Poetry Third Day: August 20, 2013 A note on our windshield reads “Please don’t park in front of our home (duh!) Thank you.” Mira’s face flushes red. She soon snaps aloud about the...
Short Story Jeremy Plott’s death was not what he had expected. This wasn’t wholly unusual, since very few people truly want to die and, while many people have an idea of what the afterlife...
Short Story I sat in my usual seat, tears rapidly flowing down my cheeks. The same words escape my lips, looping in circles, session after session. I counted seven eye rolls from Dr....
Haibun Poetry Second Day: August 19, 2013 I. Stowe Path Walking the asphalt path Wildflowers purple and orange High grasses, blackberries Sycamores and maples Lining the sides Past a bend Top of a rise...
Serial Fiction When I was twelve-years-old I got accepted into the CAPA middle school program. This stood for Creative and Performing Arts- Americans love an acronym. To get in I had to try...
Serial Fiction After the initial shock had worn off, Jamie called the police and they took care of everything. The first thing they did was ask her exactly what had happened and she was...
Short Story You always remember the first time you did something. Even years later. It’ll be something small, meaningless-but then you’ll go back for a split second to the exact moment whatever it...
Serial Fiction The condors kept to the high plateaus and rarely came down over the valley. Only one was often seen to land by the river because it was friends with the Vicuña. The...
Short Story “Good morning, Dr. Hamster!” “Hi, Janice.” Dr. Hamster was out of breath. There had been construction on the GW Bridge again. “How was your weekend?” “Your 8:30 is here.” “But it’s not...