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 Chelle Royal The sounds of the ocean rush through the opening of a seashell, capturing the memories of a seaside village within its soul. Infinite sunsets witnessed, lives reincarnated, countless Atlantic baptisms, sandcastle turrets, precious keepsake of a summer spent in the sand. A shell blasts from the barrel…
by Holly Day she says she wants me to drive her far, far away, out past the tall gray concrete city buildings, past the picturesque farms with shiny silver grain silos and peaceful black-and-white cattle munching on bright green grass, past the tumbled-down beat-up mobile-home park guarded by junkyard dogs…