by Kristen DiGioia
Lacey sat and starred at the empty, sterile walls. “All emergency rooms look the same,” she thought. Suddenly, her thought was interrupted.
“You’re weak”. Lacey looked around terrified. “Pathetic”.
After a while, Lacey located the voice.
She ferociously ripped the gauze from her arm. The nasty strawberry lines looked up at her with sinister smiles.
by Louis A Tornero
Hurry! John, got ten seconds left on the clock.
The pressure is on! Gotta hurry up and call this play and score, or we lose.
Ready, set, go! “Drops back misses one tackle misses another, five seconds left.
Throws it deep to the end zone, no time left on the clock ball is up, Touchdown!”
by Stephen Alvarado
Bag was tired of home;
He moved out to live on the seas with his friends.
Soon, everyone was captured.
Fifty years pass, he finds himself on a beach.
Then, captured again, ends up in a drawer of a stranger’s home.
A year passes, he finally made it out.
Only to carry a stranger’s belongings.
by Kent Ishijima
“Turn it off,” said John, “I hate the Bee Gees”.
“My car, my rules,” replied Davis, “Besides, we’re almost there.”
“With this kind of music, it feels like an eternity,” said Jerry.
“We’re here,” said Davis.
“Play better music next time”, said John.
“Can I get a photo Mr. Travolta”, asked a fan.
by Brittany Artiano
She is waiting another long night, it is already midnight and nothing. He promised he would be home at eight. Her heart is racing rapidly and her blood pressure is rising quickly. She cannot take it anymore. She leaves another voicemail, while pacing back and forth. She packed up her things and never came back.
Smoke and Fire
by Grace Nesbitt
Silky she starts out slow and easy, for that is her style. Blaze, now he can be hot, swift and fast. Seemingly caressing though never in terms of respect, they are not respecters of life. Their kisses on face and lips, rudely given. Only stopped by a smothering. But the harm has been done.
by Lorraine Lamos
He is having another screaming,temper tantrum on aisle three, the freezer section.
My palms sweat and my stomach turns from the strolling patrons with their nasty faces and head shaking disapproval.
I hate them for judging.
God, what should I do?
I should have listened to my mother and never married this man!
by Jacqueline Sepulveda
His hand reaches up my back, under my blouse. Cold hands.
“Okay, just breathe.” I follow his orders.
I close my eyes. He smells like a man. My hands shake.
I feel lightheaded and grip the table.
“Your asthma has improved!”
He looks up.
I wonder if my doctor knows about my crush on him?
by Michael Reaper
Johnny heard the heavy breathing and gasps from the other side of the wall. Echoes of bed springs and the smell of desperate sweat filled the hallway. Karina and Alex slipped out to the kichen, red faced and giddy.
“Well how was it?” He waited for them to catch a breath.
“Best Doctor Who ever!”
by Kayla Kohn
I told myself to be patient. I don’t want to rush in this time.
Every time I do, I mess it up.
I end up in tears, I end up hurting.
Maybe there’s a screw loose?
Maybe there’s a couple missing?
Wishful thinking- it’s always me. Like Vegas- the house always wins.
Touché, IKEA, touché.
by Caitlyn Deering
The clock seems to go slower and slower every time I look. The anticipation of freedom or entrapment hangs over my head like a cartoon thunder cloud. A million life changes will hang in this one single yes or no answer.
Five, four, three, two, one. It is time!
I let out a breath…
by Sarai Saul
Behind Joe’s closed eyelids the little man paints, attempting to expose the genius.
He lures Joe in, further, deeper.
Hand on the doorknob, Joe’s wrist turns.
The door cracks open. Rainbows glint out.
“Are you taking a goddamn nap?!” The door slams and Joe recedes to numbly tapping away in his gray