A magazine for new writers

The fresh cut grass; with no sign of mourn. The sunshine’s out, with no sign of mourn, and no sound of rain greeting my greenhouse. The...

The hospital room was crowded. Bed after bed pressed together with people lying like flies on their backs. At night you could hear them...

I came to show that I am no longer a failure. Their words coated with sweet nectarine. A false friendly encounter. But the voices inside...

I think it was a wise man that once said, the creative mind was a blessing and a curse, and how could that be anything but true, when it...

Right now he's just another young man walking down his street, through his hometown, near the city, and no one is looking at him. No...

He is standing still with the rain falling in stinging drops on his cheeks. The wind is blowing as wind does and tousles his hair around...

People walking along the hectic streets. People running around our majestic parks. Humans talking to loved ones quite loudly on...