Written by: Stephen Brown; Mansfield Grey   I had briefed Bronco, Sticks, and Q on what Sara had told me at the top of the pyramid. I told them of how Sara had vanished on the way down, and yet somehow she...

Written by: Adrienne Yeardye; Consciously Woman   the wind howled up the back of the mountain   summiting into the arms of the fog she was coaxed into the river of the valley where she caught the next train   the prairies were beautiful in the night around the slow...

Hipsters. The wind. She blows. Did you get the memo? Yes or no? Fact, fiction, poetry, or prose. Write ON!  ...

Written by: Stephen Brown; Mansfield Grey   I crouched beside a thick pine tree as the voices continued. The sky had turned a dark blue-pink to signal the oncoming of night. The voices didn't seem to be getting any closer or further...

written by: Adrienne Yeardye; Consciously Woman   the Moon is on sabbatical she's doing research  on holy how the hell to be the Moon   in her absence the Stars have gathered together again each of the four directions home from the deep night   they abhor irony by quieting the sky   at dawn they join...

Written by: Collette Cottingham; Consciously Woman   The god lounges in the sun. Suddenly he hears children screaming in terror. He snaps to attention and spots children locked hand in hand, forced into a continuous circular motion. Thor leaps across the sidewalk and...

Hipsters! "We are all the heroes of our own stories." This is a famous quote, originally stated by writer and critic, Mary McCarthy. Of course, because of its nature and context, it has been used and cumulatively augmented by many a writer since. Because,...

Written by: Stephen Brown; Mansfield Grey   Sara and I made our way down the pyramid as it continued to get darker. The sky kept changing colour from purple-pink, to a blueish-green aura. As the sky changed so did the gravity. It...

Written by: Adrienne Yeardye; Consciously Woman   I got pregnant for the weekend once my body its own knowing   In the warmth of the cabin and alone she took me into her arms and I slept ever deeply   In exchange for her freedom she told me everything   At dawn she rocked me...

Written by: Collette Cottingham; Consciously Woman   I stole from him. I could make the usual excuses about being poor, but the truth is I am not poor. My parents do very well for themselves. If I told them I wanted it...