Fresh in the Fridge
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Jack gave Ash a hard look. “My best friend’s girlfriend died, Ash. She was seventeen, only five years younger than you are now. She had the same diagnosis, and she died. This is terminal. Not ‘if’ but ‘when’. What if you came in one day and I was dead on the floor? Apparently I was sick for the last two decades of my life and I decided not to tell you, my partner. How would you react?”
proposals
by Arura Panica
Neil placed his small hand on his grandfather's hand as a sign of comfort. “Thanks kiddo, you’re just as sweet as she was.” Grandpa said with a tired smile, but it never fell from his face. “Richard,” called a voice from the hall. The two looked over toward the doorway, knowing that their time was up.
Tall tails
by Cassie Ursich
The door slams shut,
My love is gone,
Her presence still weighing on me.
The lights shine bright in my eyes,
Reflecting my pathetic tears.
I curse myself,
And my trust in her.
How stupid I was
To think I could be loved.
Glass Corsets
by Emily Watson
White flakes of snow fall from the sky.
The delicious aromas of ham and spice fill the room.
Is he coming to dinner?
What’s taking him so long?
We called, until we heard buzzing
at the end of the line a million times.
We’re done waiting.
My big grandpa
by Julie Saylor
Kathy grabbed his arm and steered him down the hallway to the master bedroom without waiting for him to respond.
“You kids have fun!” Ian’s mom called at their backs.
Kathy ushered him into the room and shut the door behind them. “Finally, I have you alone.”
Ian smirked. “Isn’t this scandalous.”
Kathy scowled at him. “Quit joking, Ian. We can’t keep dragging this on.”
“Dragging what-”
“I am sick of your stalling!” she exclaimed.
Implications
by Arura Panica
I began to feel myself moving towards her, as if I’ve known her all along.
The sound of my heartbeat echoes through the void, but it doesn’t seem to bother her. I stand in front of the truth I’ve known.
Boulders and Bobs
by Cassie Ursich
.
She was trying to take off her mask,
Trapped within ceramic
Forced to bury her desires within.
Her parents puppeted her mind
Her stuffed limbs always needing new stitches
Yet she fixed anyone but her cracked self.
.
Always caring for others, no one handled her with care
Her plush innards rusting over time
No one minded her rotting.
The smell of wet, sweaty copper followed her.
Sophie
by Emily Watson
I was burning,
from my trunk to my crown.
The wind quickly came,
to save my burning soul.
To put the fires she created out.
Seasonal dreams
by Julie Saylor
Throughout the couple of months I was a wreck, but luckily I had Scout by my side. I would cry with him, talk to him as if he were a person. He was always there for me, and I couldn’t thank him enough for helping me through that tough time in my life.
The mortician's dance
by Justin Schumacher
“Oh I see,” Kyle said as he slipped his warm hands into his jean pockets.
“But that doesn’t matter anymore.”
“Why doesn’t it?”
“Because no matter how small the detail is, you wouldn’t care.” Jack objected.
“And why wouldn’t I care?”
“Because why would you? It would be new for you, and you don’t like change.”
“Not all change is bad,” Kyle said.
“Don’t say things you don’t mean.”
The Little Things
Justin Schumacher
“Hand me the fluid.” Said Doctor Bryan in a demanding but calm tone. The assistant nodded and briefly left the area of the room to gather what he had asked for. In the few moments that the doctor was left isolated with the test subject he lightly traced over where he had made the previous cuts to the subject's fur. A complicated expression was painted on his face.
Subject 243
by Katelyn Menck
Worth is measured in gold.
When clocked out you live another day.
Making just enough to cover their heads.
The rich pitted against the poor.
Stale and empty staff rooms feel demeaning.
Mundane conversations color in the gray.
Tainted air clouds your lungs and sky.
Ripples of toxic water fill your streams.
Flowers are blooming in Antarctica.
A meal fills your stomach but leaves you languid.
But as long as you are there to reproduce,
There will be another hand to fill the bank.
Darwinism
by Katelyn Menck
Neither rumor was confirmed but neither was denied.
Over and over, as they stared and whispered,
she drew black circles in her books.
Her peers said she spoke new words that they never heard.
by Meagan Cox
II.
As if a stab to my heart
I watch you walk by with her
and touch her hand gently.
I saw the way you kissed her.
When she needed you,
your hand was in hers.
III.
You lie to me.
Shiver
by Meagan Cox
So now I can see.
My pedals bloom as I began to see
From every side of me—
I am a sunflower.
Sunflower
by Sage-Elizabeth Questore
“Walking back into the house is probably the worst thing I can do right now,” Nora muttered under her breath. “I’ve always had a problem with Jason. He’s clumsy and acts like a cute idiot.”
On the other side of the front door, Jason stood holding a blood-stained towel to his face.
“Cute?” he whispered. “She thinks I’m cute?
Mind melding
by Sage-Elizabeth Questore
My world keeps walking, yet my heart is left in the dust.
Back where we built stories of grandeur made of sticks and mud.
I stand alone in this winter waste land.
Watching as clouds made of our dreams pass.
Hoping that one day I reach out my leaf and touch a star.
But you are the only one I wish for.
Peter and Penelope
by Elizabeth Hernandez
VIII.
My fingers felt numb as I trembled.
You didn’t deserve this.
You were good.
You followed every rule
Sat when told
And jumped when asked
It’s his fault.
He took your life out of choice.
He saw your shining grace
And pressed harder on the petal.
I imagine you felt nothing as
You didn’t even get the chance
To run.
A field of forget me not's
by Elizabeth Hernandez
