“Here you go!” I look up to see Jessica in front of me; she holds two tall glasses of iced frappe coffee with straws ...

Once we arrive at the path leading up to Jessica’s house, I can see the clear blue ocean below the hill, with the olive ...

I fail to notice that I have fallen bottom first on a rock with my legs stretching out; the shock is immense. I sit ...

The map’s directions point to the left side of the island, up a hill with a wooden walkway. Beside it stand rectangular rock pillars. ...

The boat slows down as it nears a remote island. I look over to the right and see the sandy shore with a small ...

Several minutes pass while I watch the shoreline and marina become smaller until they evaporate. The view becomes nothing but blue sea and sky, ...

The next morning at 9, I stuff my drawstring backpack with essential supplies (phone, sunscreen, sunglasses, etc.) and dress for my secret journey to ...

*Content Warning* This story contains themes of kidnapping, drug abuse, animal cruelty, and physical and verbal abuse. Read with caution if such themes may ...

I cannot return to my sleep; the flamingo in my dream lingers in my brain. I lie awake in bed for some time, twiddling ...

There is cool comfort In the coldness of gazpacho That during summer Fills burning mouths Made from the souls Of martyred tomatoes Brought forth ...