Andre stands at the dock as we arrive and greets us. “Here are your groceries, Miss Galton. Did you and Tamara have a good ...

I often ask myself when writing a piece, “Am I doing this well?” “Could this be better?” “Am I good enough?” Perfectionism weaves a ...

We hit the surface with a loud thwack, my heart leaping into my throat. I force down the granola bar still clutched in my ...

Like shattered glass, the scattered pieces can’t be put back together– or so I thought… I was stranded in the sea then felt lost ...

Despite the look on Wesic’s face when Luna tossed his ship, building a case against him would be harder than making him jump at ...

We were designed to feed for survival. What began as simple sustenance, a bulwark against decay, evolved with time into pleasure—and then, in sin, ...

Alone in an empty room, the clock ticks, resounding off the walls. But time stands frozen, as if preserving the stillness of the night. ...

Halfway through the dayI was neither half asleepNor half awake Fragments of midnightFloated in my half-empty coffeeWhen the midday sunBisected the middleOf my imaginary ...

One May morning, on the damp ground of a distant woodland, nine cream-colored blossoms bloomed from an emerald, green plant with fresh dew sprinkled ...

The Hangar is teaming with activity. Crewmembers weave in and around the submersibles. “Wow, this is as busy as I’ve ever seen this place,” ...