by kingdompen | Oct 11, 2017 | Poetry
By Madelynn Pitcher I walk through the halls of my life’s memories, wondering if I have done everything I could to make it all right. “This is the last time,” I tell myself as my fingertips glide across the cement blocks that create and form the...by kingdompen | Jun 7, 2017 | Poetry
By Hannah Whatley When I was a child, I spoke as a child; I acted and thought and felt as a child, But then I turned seventeen. Seventeen—Oh, the great and glorious mystery, Between the realms of infancy and maturity; The questions of life that shape our future...by Sarah Spradlin | Dec 7, 2016 | Poetry
When I was younger, I collected potshard stories about a place where grown-ups lived. I wondered about it on summer days— feet had grass-tickled toes and mud-caked heels, fingers were perches for butterfly kisses, ears were homes for the angels’ laughter, eyes were...by Sarah Spradlin | Jul 27, 2016 | Short Stories
“What is it like—saying goodbye?” Her eyes misted as her mind tumbled backward, down spiral staircases and through doors—some which were locked, some open, a few dark, and yet others inviting.The winds of change were blowing behind her. The...