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I awoke to the light filtering through the gauzy curtains. The sunlight was warm on my face, and the sound of chirping birds tickled my ears. I slowly eased myself out of the big, empty bed, a simple task that was becoming more and more difficult each day. I had been advised by my friends to take... - Fiction > Realistic FictionYou are sitting in the front seat of your car, tapping your fingers on the steering wheel. The only time you stop glancing at the silver watch strapped to your wrist is when you are searching far up the winding line of cars, calculating whether you will make it to your meeting in time. You glance ...
- Fiction > Scripts & PlaysLights rise on a small home kitchen. There is a circular table, counters, cabinets, and a sink. A middle aged woman dressed in a black blazer, skirt, and tights grips a phone anxiously, her fingers fumbling to dial the numbers. The phone is mounted on the wall, and has a tangled phone cord. The ...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionAs we exit the restaurant, anxious thoughts are buzzing in my head. I am squeezing the fortune cookie nervously, breaking it to pieces. On impulse, I open it and remove my fortune. True happiness awaits you. The stars align. “Jen, I have something to ask you,” I say, reaching for the box ...
- Fiction > Sci-fi/FantasyMy grandmother lived for the wolves. Every day, she went into the woods and laid out offerings to appease them. Every night she told me that the howling of the wind in the pines in the ominous night was the wolves, calling to their brothers and sisters lost in the moon and stars. She told me that...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionSeventeen stitches. You step toward me. Your lip is quivering. Your hands coil around your forming apology. You say everything is going to work out fine as long as the sun rises tomorrow morning. It is cloudy. Ten days. You said you missed me. You said you came to see me. I never saw ...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionWe had been receiving some strange weather lately. Though January may bring thoughts of icicle rimmed gutters and snow-covered streets, the past week had been unseasonably warm. At first I had gratefully accepted the boon of warm weather without considering any reason why, but this morning as I cr...
- Hot Topics > What MattersAs a female interested in science, I often feel that all people ever see about me is the fact that I am a minority. I always hate it when I tell someone that I am interested in physics and their only reply is, “That’s great, we need more women in science.” In the past, women’s role in the ...
- Fiction > Thriller/MysteryIt happened on a dark night, the darkest in weeks. The stars were covered in thick dark clouds, and the sky was blackened as if ink had spilled over its expanse. The wind was heavy, moaning shrilly as it lashed through the forest. But the night wasn’t the only danger. She was walking alone...
- Fiction > Action-AdventureUnder the cover of night I am like a swift and sly animal, dodging predators left and right, and pouncing upon prey all the while. It gives me that sort of feeling that comes only when you know that death or life could be lurking around the corner. No one ever sees me; the darkness blinds them lik...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionI run. Every time life gives me lemons, I smash them under my feet. I don’t have to face defeat, pain, mortification, or any emotions at all while I am running. I run in the forest, the trees a cape shrouding me from all eyes. Looking at me. Taunting me; that I am a coward. I am not. Pic...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionSamantha Sweet Curls. That’s all I am, and that’s all I’ll ever be. People in started calling me that since the day I was born for my curls the color of melted sugar. And everybody knows nothing ever changes in Hartwick. I’ll be Samantha Sweet Curls until the day they close my coffin. S...
- Hot Topics > EnvironmentThe date is August 6, 1945, the day the first nuclear bomb was dropped on Hiroshima, Japan. Inside this destructive weapon, a hollow cylinder of Uranium is fired through a tunnel inside the bomb, colliding with a solid cylinder of Uranium, and resulting in an explosion. What happened there is far ...
