The Space Between
Staring up at a velvet black sky, we watch millions of stars spark and swirl. On a quilt, soft and worn with years of washing and dreaming, we speak of the fate of humanity…
Writer’s Choice
Sav
I have a theory that the nicest rooms, those with the best views, go to the sickest patients. If my theory is correct, I’m fucked. My room is on the second floor…
Dream Upon Dream
Tell me, in all your travels, have you ever seen the origin of the universe unfold before your eyes? I have… once. At night, a night on the Oregon coast.
One Cut at a Time
Nerves danced beneath my skin, prickling and intensifying with each passing moment. The TV droned in the background.
Restive and Uprising
I slip through the conference hall as swiftly as my pumps allow, with a big smile and a wave to my venture capitalist buddies in back.
Holes
I have to find new holes because the tampons need somewhere to go. They live everywhere: every purse I own, the cup holders in my car, the pockets of…
Scented Beans Destroy Themselves
Chick Ernest had been chatting with other parents when his son nearly died. The basketball season ended around Thanksgiving and the Sharks went to Kat’s Kradle…
Storytelling in Marketing
It’s not enough anymore to just advertise facts; you have to tell a story. In the past, marketing was simple but our methods for communication have changed.
In Time I’ll Thank Shamon
Shamon, don’t give up. The stones are already in place, we merely need to step— One at a time. Don’t slip. Your shadow is only your low-hanging cape.
Onto it, sew your doubts.