Crash
Part I
written by: Michal Reibenbach
Yanna and I are sitting on my bed, leaning back on pillows. It is, after all, the most comfortable place i...
Nobody's Prize
written by: Blocat
‘Mummy has been very naughty, Archie, she went with another man, and now she wants to take you away, Archie, you, ...
Those Beds
written by: Shimbo Pastory
The amassing tradesman and the sweating sportsman
Bolts’ man down the van, and miserly herdsman up the tons
Th...
The Operation
written by: Michal Reibenbach
You arrived with your husband in New York in the depth of winter. It was delightful to be greeted by a c...
Hearts For War
written by: Art Blacktooth
Can you sift through the rubble of broken dreams, through gaping wounds and the collateral damage of truth...
Ask Tyranny
written by: Charlie Bottle
@CharlieBottle
"Of all tyrannies, a tyranny sincerely exercised for the good of its victims may be the most op...
Autopilot
written by: Siva Wright
Gibson was standing near the door with his hand on the knob. “Gib…!”, Karen walked to the door calling his name. S...
Humanity
written by: Ameena k.g
@wordsofaRandom
It is we who buy the guns and we who pull the trigger.
It is we who make the bombs, and we who set i...
Freedom of $peech
written by: Daniel S. Liuzzi
@DanielSLiuzzi
Free speech isn’t free when there’s a price tag to pay
What you say may cost too high ...
