By Paige Wyatt The most important rule in the Hermès V handbook is this: answer every alarm. Check every receiver. The Signal is the most vital mission on the space station, and everything else, even life support, is secondary. I live and die by the alarm. I jog the same corridor as my ancestors. MenContinue reading “A Sign of Life”
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The Reflection
By Tiffany Shull Peterson Emla was sweating and shaking as she sat at her mother’s dressing table. Instinctively, Emla’s eyes darted away from the smooth mirrored glass to the open window. Clammy night air kissed goosebumps on her skin and the familiar glow of starlight comforted her. With a roll of her shoulders she straightened,Continue reading “The Reflection”
The Misery
By Kaitlynn McShea A September wind sighed through the city. Beatrice closed her eyes and leaned into its cool embrace. Simultaneously, bells from the cathedral reverberated through her skin, marking the hour. It was time. Within her loose fist, wings tickled against her palm. A wasp battled against her fingers, searching for a way out. Continue reading “The Misery”
cancun
By Tiffany Shull Peterson cash only shared water bottles and teenage egohe leans in she’s pulled awaypeeling posters drooping dangling swaying a noir fantasy filled with smoke and punkbassbeats coy smiles beneath too-black rimmed eyeslove drunk side stage yearning for a glancesweat and noise and insecurity average talent sings off-key as fists punchtheair boys willContinue reading “cancun”
Rite of Passage
By Paige Wyatt TW/CW: The following piece discusses bullying and disordered eating. The first time a boy ever paid attention to Jamie was in Kindergarten. His name was Daniel and he pushed her into a mud puddle at recess. When she ran to her teacher, tears streaking her mud-stained face, the older woman leaned downContinue reading “Rite of Passage”
A Child’s Revenge
By Kaitlynn McShea Sara-Jane’s earliest memories comprised of long, stuffy summers at her grandmother’s house. Lights off, windows open. The front door was perpetually left ajar—only the screen door saved them from a barrage of mosquitos and gnats. Its metal frame jostled with every footstep that traversed upon the wooden front porch. The people ofContinue reading “A Child’s Revenge”
May Day
By Pat Morris CW: The following piece discusses the emotional abuse of a child. Maddie loved skunk cabbage. She loved its pretty purple flowers—long gone by this second week in May. She loved the way its big green leaves lined the little stream that tricked through “the gully” where she kept her hideout. She evenContinue reading “May Day”
The Gravitated
By Dr. Manjusha Hari This gray destitution is colouring the cord of my spine. The fearing solitude is the chime of my rapturous soul. My sea is relaxing in the shore; and I’m.. I’m longing to plunge in his hidden trench of love! He is not drained yet; So my thirst too. The years…. TheContinue reading “The Gravitated”
The Abyss
By Paige Wyatt There’s a special sort of melancholy in finding things as a deceased loved one left them. The coffee cups dirty in the kitchen sink, the reading glasses on the nightstand, the unfurled throw blanket next to the cold fireplace–all are reminders of a life well-lived, a life worth remembering. This life happenedContinue reading “The Abyss”
Vivid
By Tiffany Shull Peterson She extended her arm, spread her fingers, and examined the flesh there. Her translucent skin glowed with an eerie bluish hue. Purple veins spread like the branches of an ancient tree from the back of her hand up into her arm. She turned her palm up and watched as the musclesContinue reading “Vivid”
