Shot.

a flash fiction piece by Parinita   The blindfold was removed. The hands unknown and my eyes unable to open up in time to catch a glimpse. Unconscious for hours, I presume, I would begin to open my eyes. Right then left, glaring into the ominous dim room. I could see a single light bulb…

Negativity

a social commentary by Matthew “In 2018 I am cutting out all the negative people in my life. This year is mine and if you were ever rude to me consider you out of my life for good,” say so many people at the start of a new year. This has been a constant phrase…

How do you like your coffee?

a poem in free verse by Stephannie   “How do you like your coffee”? The barista asks, “Black or do you want any extras?” What a stupid question… Why do they say they like their coffee “black”? Why do they know, when they order their coffee this way, that the next customer, who just so…