Jun 11, 2014 | Prose, Spring/Summer 2014
I run through the forest, the sound of pitchforks scraping the ground and screams not far behind me. I jump over bushes and through mangled tree branches. My ebony hair flies across my face; I hear myself breathing rapidly, my lungs inhaling the fresh pine of the...
May 12, 2014 | Prose, Spring/Summer 2014
Her long, thin fingers stirred until the liquid became clear in small cauldron over the roaring fire. This was her crowning achievement, and she cackled triumphantly, her head tilted back to greet the full moon. The witch’s name would be remembered, and feared, by...
May 12, 2014 | Prose, Spring/Summer 2014
Emily: Good afternoon, Ms. Alice. My name is Emily. Did anyone tell you why I have come to see you today? Alice: *silence* Emily: Do you know where you are? Alice: *silence, sits up cautiously* Emily: You are in the Ferningham Asylum. You have been in a coma for quite...
May 12, 2014 | Poetry, Spring/Summer 2014
Once Upon a Time, There was a beautiful princess. And each day I waited under her window Believing that I could catch a glimpse of an unequivocal beauty, with one wish in my head I had thought, that maybe I can be her prince! She drew me into her mad tea-party. While...
May 12, 2014 | Prose, Spring/Summer 2014
It is said that power corrodes men. Some would do anything to claim it, no matter how horrifying the cost. Once, there were two kingdoms who fought savagely for dominance in a land that had not seen peace in over a century. During a particularly brutal battle, a...
May 12, 2014 | Poetry, Spring/Summer 2014
Women’s cries—and men’s—do arouse The thirsting thrush of night; Yet still she swoons, beneath queer skies, Wild eyes green, alight. With that bloody pulp, that pap of life, Naught but thrice bemoaned; Laid low by space and time and her: Life’s reticent flow. Her...
