FALL
(ISSUE 4)
Starvation
By Haven Hawkins
Everybody has a story. This is mine. It’s the story of my body, my starvation. Pictures of hollow checks, ribs stabbing at the flesh, legs shakenly holding a frail corpse. Demons are like vultures picking at dead flesh, muscle, fat, anything that conceals bones. Why choose starvation, why choose the fate that would cause one to be envied as a woman after being a victim?..
Are You Gone?
By Kelsey Donnelly
Gentle, blushing white petals fall from a blossoming tree.
A trick of the light.
Shadows flash like a light switch flicked on and off, and the low hum of a bumble bee
rumbles.
Of hundreds of bumble bees…
The Dream Catchers
By Kathnie Fabre
My Mother has always told me I was a dream catcher.
Now my dream is far from reach, it’s in my head and not my hand. Do you know how long it took me to get here?! I can barely fucking breathe without some spineless jerk telling me I am not good enough. I am so damn good and they just can’t see it, because maybe it’s not meant for them to see. You think that it makes me happy to be in a room full of people who have what I want? Audition after Audition after audition, rejection upon rejection…
Broken Chains
By Nathalia Collazo
Andrea struggles to keep things afloat at her job at a local B&B. Keeping herself busy with University and cooking usually keeps her mind off things. She is a sous chef, and in the late afternoon she is a student. On the weekends and sometimes during the week, she cares for her nephew Leo. He is an energetic and playful three year old. Andrea loves her nephew but cannot focus on her school assignments whenever she has to watch him. The unbalanced work schedule of her sister and brother-in-law can sometimes make it difficult for them to take care of Leo, so this happens a lot…
SPRING
(ISSUE 3)
Dawson House
By Erin Dunn
She was not beautiful in the way all girls are at the height of their youth. Beautiful simply because their bodies are thin, and their skin has not yet learned how to wrinkle. Beautiful simply for a lack of ugly. Beautiful simply on the surface, the kind that faded into mundanity the longer you looked at it.
A Thursday Night in January
By Megan Agrillo
Ricky Myers stood leaning against his bathroom doorframe as he watched water from the sink faucet drip into the toothpaste-spotted basin in slow, precise drops. It had been dripping like that for a week now, not that he cared. His bare shoulder ached from the awkward positioning of his body. He realized he had been gone for too long, he forgot why he walked into the hallway in the first place.
The Caretaker and the Child
By Camille Vail
Darian, where did you go?” The young girl maneuvered her wheelchair through the
aisles of the library room, irritation staining her pale features. The spring sun danced across the
floor, cut into beams of light through the slats of oak bookshelves. The girl squinted as sun hit
her eyes, about to call once again when a silhouette stepped out from behind the shelf, greeting
her with a friendly salute.
“Right here, Madeline.” The nearly-nineteen-year-old greeted her, eyes crinkling in a
smile as he reshelved a novel.
“I am tired of reading.” Madeline announced with all the authority of a nine-year-old.
