by Sarah Toney (This story contains suicide.) The air was thin and icy. Breathing it in felt like swallowing shattered glass. The city was beautiful from this height and the boy wanted to reach out and feel the warmth of the setting sun. The heaviness in his chest felt a…
by Courtney Edwards There’s a lot to be depressed about when you’re a lonely fruit fly and you can’t take the heat, walking slower toward the scientist’s open flame because you see the inevitable burn on your tiny body and still you must move forward Through magnified eyes they…