Prose & Cons

If I look up to the stars and scream, no one will give a shit, but me. No one will give a shit, but me.…

By Amanda Livingston The glass shattered. There was a roar of “Mazel tovs!” from the eagerly watching crowd as Jerry broke the glass underneath his…

By Samantha Brodsky These walls are thick with lies. Plaster and paint peels at where the ceiling’s corners kiss the edges of these bold walls…

By Haley Goetz Her apartment was instantly recognizable as being typical of a 20-something-year-old Brooklyn transplant. She resided on the second floor of a worn…

By Nabila Crane Your dry, cracked lips never once made me look away. The veins taking over your face when you spoke, we were enthralled.…

By Gabriella Jorio You will fall in love with a boy who is wild and chases the moon in the thug streets of Milan with…

By Mac Snead The tree carried him, its branches extending for his fingers to grip. He climbed like a child lifted onto a father’s shoulders.…

By Elizabeth Mabee Stillness it appears, calm before the eruption. Puddle filled with water and darkness, trouble lurking in the depths. A wispy droplet beckons,…

By Kate Schulman I’ll let you in on a little secret –– the Bruno family does a good funeral. We invite everyone into the home,…

By Marissa Booker I was a good ole fashioned swinger, named for tossin’ those pretty ladies ‘round the dance floor, toss ‘em I did. their…