DTF? – A. Stafford

I hit the curb pulling up to his house. I shouldn't be driving. “Hey, how was your night?" he greets me from his porch as I struggle with the gate handle. “Have you been drinking?” he asks in a fake laugh. “Why, what are you drinking?” I jokingly reply. I had a few drinks; you know … Continue reading DTF? – A. Stafford


Myself – Z. Martinez

The only person I am hurting in this life is myself. Not my mother, not my father, not my friends or other relatives. My choices in life dictate my life and no one else’s. Shall I sit inside in silence? Shall I go enjoy nature and all of its works? Shall I get a dead-end … Continue reading Myself – Z. Martinez

Lunch, or a Story? – T. Robinson

“Lissen' here, Gutboy,” said Prentice, the silver-haired exterminator chimp, “I gots me a lil' story to share wif' you, so I needs you t' juss shuddup and siddown.” Gutboy was in no mood to cooperate. Gutboy was enjoying the gladiator match far too much. His low-carb roast mutton wrap with arugula was not helping matters, … Continue reading Lunch, or a Story? – T. Robinson

The Last One Night Stand – L. Seymour

The sweet scent of flesh. A loving touch. The alluring heat between two warm bodies. Heavy, intoxicating breaths. Passionate scratches on my back. I just can't have enough. I'm addicted to that sparkle in their eyes, to those fiery kisses, to the force and tempo, and to the moans that ring like symphonies to my … Continue reading The Last One Night Stand – L. Seymour

Villanova ’98 – E. Carter

Her eyes were desperate, wild and red with the fight that lies within defeat: “What do I have to live for now that he’s gone?” “Everything,” she answered. “That was there before. The rooftop sunsets, the early morning cigarettes on the beach, the grand romantic what-have-you- it’s all still there. It never left. He did. … Continue reading Villanova ’98 – E. Carter