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: 2 daysVist Our Maketplace
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
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: 2879 daysVist Our Maketplace
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
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
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
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
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
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