Dexter Wright

Alec Waksman

May 2, 2013

Dexter Wright. I could not stand him. The name said it all. Imagine in your mind what you think a person by the name of Dexter Wright might look like and there he is. He was the classic high school nerd. The high white socks...

Frigid: A Prose Poem

Kyle Smith

May 2, 2013

I don't think that I've ever before wished for something with so much of my being as I do now. I long for the dead of winter, when all is gray and the air is mingled with my visible breath. When the trees are on the brink of collapse,...


Jesse Klein

April 3, 2013

From the clusters of trees and the shaded paths and the fading greenness of everything, he recognized the park. A low splashing sound drifted toward them from a fountain somewhere, and the world looked cool and shrouded. He ...

The Fall

Grace Johnson-DeBaufre

March 20, 2013

Winner of the 2013 Short Story Contest The leaves were turning as Patricia Douglas drove her car along the winding road back home. New England in the fall was one of the most beautiful places on Earth. It was what drew her to l...

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