by Iryna Somkina I need to pee ASAP! The after-lecture beer is ready to burst out without permission. I’ve just got back to the dorm and didn’t even change. I sit on the toilet in my puffer jacket, the bag in my arms. My business is handled. I enter the room. I still come back…

by Tyler Plofker Jimmy was very bored. He thought about taking a bus to go to the movies. Then a paper airplane floated in front of him. He opened the airplane and found a sloppy clue. He followed the clue to the park. He found another clue! The clue said to go to the supermarket…

by Jack Lennon The girls in cabin 8 are doing it again. I’ve been listening in on their conversations. They say things, slang words and questions with implied answers. Words like heated and sliced and gotten. Like, man wasn’t she gotten yesterday? I do not know what this means. I’m going to try to find…

by S. Anon There’s a drum in my ear. I’m not talking science; I was never that smart. I’m not dumb either, are we saying that anymore? The empty clay doesn’t respond, no matter how much you resort to name calling. I could always judge a look someone gave me, and I was right mostly,…

by Cristiano Cardone The administration negated my serotonin, and the gene for happiness is gone in a spit I let descend upon myself: water from God. I’m terrified that past ushers who were staring dragged all the happiest moments into the dark. In my life, a garbage bag of sweated memories and washed contacts fill…

by J. Billings Everything is a job. You are a job. You are so tired in your job. You’re tired of what it is. But it’s you and even as you become something else your job is you. Going to the elevator and pressing the button for the 11th floor three times is you and…

by Karl Koweski “What we’re gonna do,” I said, “we’re gonna make a movie.” Matthew looked dubious and that pissed me off. Early in the creative process, I learned negativity never helped, only hindered. I couldn’t backhand him across the face, teach him a lesson, though. He was my closest friend. As in, he lived…

by David Hay Two tears walk in stilettoes down the runway of my skin. Man’s grief is measureless. The dove white sky flows onwards like a heavenly river. My eyes are the mountains that return the sky to the earth. The crosshair of a mother’s distorted scream falls point blank upon my skull. One shot…

by Sarp Sozdinler Fake Cormac limped along the highway and stopped at the first traffic lights. No one dwelled that road anymore, not even the border crossers, so he was the only person in this desert riddled with lifeless bodies, leafless trees, and cordless lampposts. Or so he thought anyway. Near the horizon, a string…

by Rudy Civello Auld Granda John was sat in his chair reading his paper with his wee granddaughter Elsie next to him in her cot. A wee angel, he thought, as he leaned over to check on her. He lifted his legs as auld Granny Angie hoovered round about him. As Angie cleaned she looked…