“do you believe in magic?” “no. i believe in art.” oh art, what a spectacular enigma you exist as. you are described almost perfectly with …
Man of the House by Lydia Suffield
The boy died when he was walking home across the estate he’d walked across a hundred times before. It was a blade, a mistake, an …
Frankenstein: Prose vs. Graphic Novel
Recently I have heard some advice for people who want to read classic literature but have trouble truly focusing on the story. I was told that …
Wanderlust by Dana Li
Won’t you come, and walk these rugged roads with me? We can drive that beat-up van through stretches of golden cornfield, dappled with dying sunlight, …
Less Than More by Aslik Sarkisian
Limited by the seam of size six jeans, Defined by the red lines on my curves. Lowered by the sacks of shame overlapping my skinny …
My Grandmother’s Garden by Samantha Chaffin
My grandmother’s garden is in bloom. After breakfast, we sit on the steps in her backyard. The stone is cool beneath our feet. She kicks …
February Writing Challenge
Welcome, Germies, to this month’s writing challenge! This challenge will begin today and will end February 28th. However, you are welcome to come back anytime to complete …
Conversation En Français by Jim Nichols
Michael’s grandfather never said a word until they passed the lot where the old train station was coming down. Then he leaned sideways and snapped, …