26/09/2017
6:56 pm
Author
Chloé Picard

An Elusive Glance

Waking up was like emerging from a dream with blurred outlines. Slowly, senses roused, longing for the promise of a new day.
24/05/2017
5:30 pm
Author
Michael Formato

Unburden

I kept switching through faces in his memory; enemies, rivals, people he wouldn’t think twice about shooting in the face within the confines of a controlled setting. It usually helps but this wasn’t the usual case.
17/05/2017
5:30 pm
Author
Rocco Bambace

The Death of the Moth – Virginia Woolf

A moth trapped between window panes, the plain rural outdoors, and a writer that sees the depth separating the two. Virginia Woolf’s essay shows that nothing - not even a daytime moth in a bedroom - is too small to unpack.
14/03/2017
11:00 am
Author
Rocco Bambace

Serves Me Right

He runs - or, rather, waddles - down the tube, not quite as quickly as he can, because he knows he should save his energy for a last sprint if necessary. The boulder is rolling toward him faster and faster.
07/03/2017
5:00 pm
Author
Shanna Luis

Cats, birds, and Dubrovnik

It comforts me to think that Poubelle is only using us for food. That she really thinks we’re stupid, silly creatures who spend time dangling a string on the ground in front of her.
15/02/2017
4:00 pm
Author
Chloé Picard

Le faucon

FR - Après plusieurs jours passés dans les environs, venant régulièrement veiller sur la pousse, il comprit à quel point cette dernière semblait coincée, fatalement destinée à l’immortalité que seule la glace permet, sans avoir même vécu et s’être révélée ou déployée.
09/02/2017
3:00 pm
Author
Shanna Luis

Serenum

As compensation, Wifebot Incorporated is now offering a 50% discount to any Wifebot owners who return their original models and place an order for the new and improved Wifebot 7.0.
03/02/2017
5:00 pm
Author
Liam Mckinnon

In the Café Slavia She Spoke of Grace

Just weeks before the café closed, we had sat right in that window, behind the gold vintage letters etched in the glass. Staring at it now, I remember Elijah's palm being moist when he reached for my hand under the table.