The Ambulance Chasers

By Kevin Hibshman Story 3: Lighting Strikes! Summer was prime time for my sister, our friend Brenda and I. We were the ambulance chasers, running after the sirens and flashing lights. When the town fire siren began booming, we'd run to the end of our street where we could watch the emergency equipment roll out. …

Heaven’s Window

By George Keyes A MORNING’S HAND Afaaf opened her eyes. It was morning, or was it really the middle of the evening? As she wondered, she turned on the wooden bed, not yet fully awake, a hundred of birds playing in the backward, and those earthly sounds from the ravine reached her as if they …

Superman Loses His Powers

By Dan French He was larger than life. Rippling biceps, which he flexed in front of us. He seemed able to lift anything, solve any task, fix any machine, take care of everything that came his way. He had it all, or seemed to. He delighted in pouring red blood from the dinner platter of …

Magic

By Cheryl L. Caesar   When I was seven my dolls still talked and moved, even the unfortunate one I’d molded out of clay, who looked like Alice the Goon. Having no armature, she couldn’t stand. She sat splay-legged, as though in an eternal game of jacks. When I was seven, the April issue of Jack …

Pete, Bob, and Robert

By Rose Aiello Morales Because in the beginning, there was suburbia and every house was the same. I was born, the placenta of ticky tacky, with Pete singing of the boxes, pastel past the point of home ownership, yards with swing sets and trampled dirt yards, Mothers saw their kids at meals or when the …

Mother

By Sahaj Sabharwal You are my pain curing, You are my thoughts hearing, You are my progress rising, That's why soul of mine is good.. I am trying to be good, Don't worry I am like developing wood, Your eye is only on me stood, That's why soul of mine is good.. Whenever I am being …

The Time Traveler

By Ahmad Al-khatat If I had a time machine I would not go the dark part that built me up sad; or ahead to my unknown destiny and fearful future I would take it and go with it to the cemetery to bring me back to the last moments of my friends and see what …

Without A Mouth

By Ahmad Al-khatat I asked my parents why the moon and sun exist without a mouth, and live with grief in their eyes my father said because mankind lies to each other every day, below the sincere sunshine then my mother said because mankind betrays To each other quickly and shamelessly under the moonlight today, …

My Relationship With The Last Day Of My Life

By Ahmad Al-khatat Lately I started having a close relationship with the last day of my life right after, death will collect my spirit somewhere near the broken gates of hell I recalled two young girls, laughing like headless chickens in the cage of Animal Farm, while George Orwell is alerting them from the danger …

I’m eight

By Rajnish Mishra I‘m eight. Now, that I’ve seen eight,   nine, I’m sure, will not be as fine as they write in those tales.   Tales are just tales, I know, I’m eight.   So, they talk to me, I listen, and nod, then I do what I want.   I’ve seen when I …