The Candle Maker

By: Theodore Clemens
The roof was giving way. Already, it had begun to collapse in on itself. The lintel above the doors was…

The Sun Was Just Rising

By: Mercury-Marvin Sunderland
“Are you scared?”
Julius’ phone was unpleasantly pressed to his ear…

Ducks Don’t Like Fritos

By: Dan Nielson
He took the standardized test and went from Slow to Genius. He moved to a place where everything was…


By: Katie Fisher
We walk down the narrow hallway mindlessly, and I feel the blood recirculate to my legs. The world feels…


By: Elissa Russell
I couldn’t recognize your accent as foreign any more than I could my own. Each muddy ‘R,’ each forced…