The literary approach to making conversation is to connect what you have read to something the person might be interested in. Steer away from obscure or overly academic works, favoring popular culture references. Indicating tha...
Ready or Not by: R. A. Long 52… 53… 76… Niner… 100! The call finally came and not a moment too soon. Kale’s head rested upon his forearm which was supported by the gargantuan pine whose moss stuck to the exposed area of his l...
Ego Inside By: Sean McCormick “We got hemorrhaging here! Get me the oxytocin now!” Shadows flutter across my vision, obscuring the steady light bathing me. I have long since ceased to recognize any coherent shapes or images. Th...
The Blessed Vest By: Adele Lubbe “Why are you crying grandma?”, comes a startling little voice while Janis is packing those useless tings of yesterday which cannot be thrown away. Quickly wiping the tear running do...
Root Beer Floats By: Matthew Kinney There are certain things that you can look back at and laugh about, especially later on down the road. The story I am about to relate is one of them. Before I get too in depth, however, reali...
Anticipation… By: Eliza Player The sun was shining bright that morning, when I called the hospital once more to see if I would be induced that day. The crisp, early spring morning air tickled my nose, and my heart beat t...
Baby Name Blues By: Kathryn Casey As any expectant mother will tell you, the nine months before your little bundle of joy comes into the world can be full of excitement, anticipation, anxiety, and a lot of to-do lists. You’ve ...
The Long Goodnight By: Thomas Kling {AT RISE: Jonathan and his father are sitting on the boy’s bed at night reading a book together. Jonathan is dressed in his favorite Mantis Man pajamas. His father is just coming to th...
Hammocks within the Womb By: Lara Jane Porter (Livesey) A long time ago, when I first heard of the singer named Kate Bush, I loved her voice. The first time I heard her song entitled, ‘Room for the Life’, I t...
The Clinic By: Katie Rendon Kahn Maya mindlessly clicked the pen until she became aware of irritated stares directed at her. She dug her nails into her palms and concentrated on a kidney-bean-shaped speck in the linoleum and br...