about VisitorsFictionVisitorsAmanda EidenMelody wakes up screaming.It’s midnight.Her body jolts up. Eyes shut tight; mouth open wide. Screams rip from her throat. They turn into sobs as Buster jumps onto the bed. He nestles his head in by her side, purring and watching her catch her breath.Ends in: 15 daysVist Our Maketplace
Fiction about VisitorsFictionVisitorsVisitorsAmanda EidenMelody wakes up screaming.It’s midnight.Her body jolts up. Eyes shut tight; mouth open wide. Screams rip from her throat. They turn into sobs as Buster jumps onto the bed. He nestles his head in by her side, purring and watching her catch her breath.
about The GameFictionThe GameYavuz AltunA year ago, I came up with the idea of a game to spice up our marriage. I am usually…Ends in: 0 daysVist Our Maketplace
Fiction about The GameFictionThe GameThe GameYavuz AltunA year ago, I came up with the idea of a game to spice up our marriage. I am usually…
about Unsent PostcardsFictionUnsent PostcardsJessica BakarMy arms were already burning when she asked if I knew what love meant. I opened my mouth, but there were only pins. Nightmares and ugly dogs. I said I only love things I shouldn’t. Ends in: 2892 daysVist Our Maketplace
Fiction about Unsent PostcardsFictionUnsent PostcardsUnsent PostcardsJessica BakarMy arms were already burning when she asked if I knew what love meant. I opened my mouth, but there were only pins. Nightmares and ugly dogs. I said I only love things I shouldn’t.
about Constellations Don’t ExistPoetryConstellations Don’t ExistMcKenna Wilds"I no longer care what constellations / people make out of me. / Tell your stories. For I am / stars, auroras, and wildflowers."Ends in: 0 daysVist Our Maketplace
Poetry about Constellations Don’t ExistPoetryConstellations Don’t ExistConstellations Don’t ExistMcKenna Wilds"I no longer care what constellations / people make out of me. / Tell your stories. For I am / stars, auroras, and wildflowers."
about Love-allFictionLove-allCarol WillisYour tennis match is over. The late afternoon sun has already dipped behind the hills, and during the last part of the match, the trajectory of the ball over the net had been hard to follow in the shadows.Ends in: 0 daysVist Our Maketplace
Fiction about Love-allFictionLove-allLove-allCarol WillisYour tennis match is over. The late afternoon sun has already dipped behind the hills, and during the last part of the match, the trajectory of the ball over the net had been hard to follow in the shadows.
about Kite to the MoonPoetryKite to the MoonKim Malinowski"I let the kite drop. / Earth more dazzling now—but I belch moon. / I taste moondust."Ends in: 0 daysVist Our Maketplace
Poetry about Kite to the MoonPoetryKite to the MoonKite to the MoonKim Malinowski"I let the kite drop. / Earth more dazzling now—but I belch moon. / I taste moondust."
about Buddha Under The InfluenceFlash • NonfictionBuddha Under The InfluenceTyler BaronThirty seconds ago, my brain felt like a flambé skillet – the flames enjoying a steady diet of anger and anger about anger and why I feel anger and anger about anger and and and…Ends in: 0 daysVist Our Maketplace
Flash • Nonfiction about Buddha Under The InfluenceFlash • NonfictionBuddha Under The InfluenceBuddha Under The InfluenceTyler BaronThirty seconds ago, my brain felt like a flambé skillet – the flames enjoying a steady diet of anger and anger about anger and why I feel anger and anger about anger and and and…
about Price TagFictionPrice TagAnjali VenugopalThe floor is sticky. It whispers of spilled beer and vomit among a presumably wide array of other fluids. You worry for the soles of your shoes. They are new.Ends in: 0 daysVist Our Maketplace
Fiction about Price TagFictionPrice TagPrice TagAnjali VenugopalThe floor is sticky. It whispers of spilled beer and vomit among a presumably wide array of other fluids. You worry for the soles of your shoes. They are new.
about Specter in the CurvedPoetrySpecter in the CurvedLydia Falls"did i dig up // these roots too soon, did i bury your presence in earth, will i see you again / above the raven rocks"Ends in: 0 daysVist Our Maketplace
Poetry about Specter in the CurvedPoetrySpecter in the CurvedSpecter in the CurvedLydia Falls"did i dig up // these roots too soon, did i bury your presence in earth, will i see you again / above the raven rocks"
about RaincoatFlash • NonfictionRaincoatMike WilsonAll that remains of me is an oval from my eyebrows to the middle of my chin. My hands strain to escape a cave of heavy sleeves. Sweat runs down my face.Ends in: 0 daysVist Our Maketplace
Flash • Nonfiction about RaincoatFlash • NonfictionRaincoatRaincoatMike WilsonAll that remains of me is an oval from my eyebrows to the middle of my chin. My hands strain to escape a cave of heavy sleeves. Sweat runs down my face.
