Fiction

By Multiple Authors

2019 the year positive became negative. - Sawyer Paschel-Harbour

Masks worn, faces obscured, emotions concealed. - Maelyn Slavik

When they see us, they don’t. - Isha Ibrahim

By Ollie Nichols

By Alex Rusch

By Miranda Brown1983

By Multiple Authors

Covid, masks, grown up too fast - Camila Vivanco

Love everyone, stay in, help out. - Yogya Chettri

Whatever you do, don’t look back. - Catrina Liberty

Once Upon a Time there were three turtles. Their names were Tim, Tom, and Tam. They were siblings and they liked doing fun things together like taking long walks, digging in the sand, and swimming. 

From outside the tank, through crimson red glass framed by dark metals, you could see a face. It was a fair face, one of charm and prominence. The body looks gelatinous, as if the weeks of incubation and chemicals had smoothed it down.

Objectives: Go from the nest to the ocean, right across the beach. Easy, right?

Unfortunately for them, it's more of a life or death mission.

Mr. Charles Collins was an alcoholic. He knew this of course, and every morning after drinking himself numb the night before, he swore to himself he wouldn't drink another drop in his life.

I, the famous spelunker, Arkansas Anthony, am currently in the deep, deep, dark, looking for the famous pill of wishes!

When I was younger my grandpa would take me out on the lake in his old fishing trawler. We would head out in the early morning, right before the sun started to rise above the mountains, and we would wait.

The girl tosses her long brown curls desend down her shoulders, her smile glows like a million fireflys, her perfect skin smooth her portrait oval with red lips like cherries.