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by Douglas Young “How much longer before we get there?” Zelma asked from the back seat’s right window. “Yes!” Tucker exclaimed with one hand on the wheel and the other hitting the roof of his old car. “Thank you, Zelma. I bet Nolana you’d ask within twenty minutes of our leaving, and I […]
by Raayan “It is not the mountain we conquer, but ourselves.” [Sir Edmond Hillary] 15th May 2021, 13:30 Hrs, at about 8,300 m altitude on the Northern ascent route of Mt Everest Norbu, a 39 year old seasoned Sherpa who had conquered Everest’s perilous slopes quite a few times, was now facing a blizzard […]
The Haunting Thoughts of War Voices screaming at the unreality of haunting visions of battles stormed through my mind as the sinking moon flowed into the darkness of the unforgiving horizon.
Stay We are our only home sometimes we can return to when all the other homes are just dust or a memory
1 the lonely grove grew for the dead here glass of grave drowned in died grass and everywhere red rederry instead green greenery
If the verses do not protest If the verses don’t protest about the nature of Italy’s excise taxes on taxes, against nature, we will end up like Britain’s Brexit with petrol skyrocketing we’ll have to dinghy our way out of the EU
by Bill Tope In the basement of the high school gym, the boys were gathered round the wrestling mat next to the Universal Gym, waiting their turn to do pushups. “Forty pushups gets you an A,” barked Coach Hamm, the varsity football coach and instructor for the junior boys’ PE classes. “Thirty gets you a […]
by Douglas Young The thought of somehow struggling out of bed felt like a baby being expelled from a blissfully warm womb into a cold, merciless world. The twenty-five-year-old had battled depression since age thirteen, but had recently felt better dating her best beau since high school. That made his breaking up with her […]
by Jonathan Ferrini “On behalf of the management and staff of the Lookout Lounge high atop the Grand Dame hotel of the beautiful ‘City by the Bay’, we welcome you to our New Year Celebration welcoming in 1942. “We’re joined by the Xavier Cugat Orchestra whose musicians of magic are finely tuning their instruments in […]
by Zary Fekete The sun setting across the campus mall was too tempting to resist, and Gaspar snapped a few pictures. A strong sense of promise swept over him. He held the mental impossibility in his mind: that this sunset in Budapest was the same as the one falling across his small village on the […]