Before It Was A Needle

by Katherine Abbass Once Molly had explained to me her ancestry, things started making more sense. I knew there were freshwater leeches and saltwater leeches and that they, unlike snakes, really were slimy to the touch. Her parents wanted her to be a doctor, of course; medical history tells us that leeches were used to extract blood from patients. The sensation isn’t even too bad. … Continue reading Before It Was A Needle

The Blackest Bloom (Part 2/2)

by Nicholas Siennicki “Have you been able to establish a connection to Earth?” “Negative Captain.” “I’m inclined to believe what the Old Man is saying.” “Understood, Captain. What is our next course of action?” “I… I don’t know.” Silence on the other line. The Captain sniffed softly to himself as he rolled back his eyes. “I thought things were different.” “Would you like me to … Continue reading The Blackest Bloom (Part 2/2)

The Blackest Bloom (Part 1/2)

by Nicholas Amadeus Siennicki The Captain stood in front of the bridge doors for a second, rubbing a dirt-caked hand across his gleaming forehead. He took two long breaths in, and stepped towards the soundless doors as they slipped open. “What’s the situation?” He said as he made his way to his chair, flicking some soil from under his habitually dirty nails. He sat down … Continue reading The Blackest Bloom (Part 1/2)

Born Apart

by Nicholas Siennicki They saw me conquer the world with a few innocent men Holding onto their definitions of divinity Praying on tombstones of father’s slain here That this time, oh this time, all this was for real   But I sold all their souls For a shot at glory For a chance at the throne   They saw me conquer the world with a … Continue reading Born Apart

Comical Musings of a Chronic Overthinker

by Zosia Czarnecka 5:25 pm. I’m almost there. I can definitely make it in five minutes. But maybe I should go back home quickly. They won’t mind if I’m a little late, right? I’m just so worried that the glass casserole I placed on top of the fridge is going to slide off and break. I mean, the bottom is a little uneven and the … Continue reading Comical Musings of a Chronic Overthinker

Train(ing)

by Nicholas Amadeus Siennicki She looked up from the glare of her phone screen, closing her eyes for a moment as she stretched her back and allowed her head to roll backwards. The monotonous thudding of metal wheels running along tracks pervaded through the barrier of sound that her headphones were creating, just for a moment. She looked down at her phone again, but quickly paused … Continue reading Train(ing)

Cycle this Halcyon Daze

by Nicholas Siennicki Content Warning: Graphic Depictions of Mental Disorder The boy tapped a forefinger against the side of an empty coffee mug, and each stroke spelled out his countenance more obviously than words ever could. She was acutely aware that they had been sitting in silence for what was now fast becoming an uncomfortably long time. Her brain tried to rifle through a rolodex … Continue reading Cycle this Halcyon Daze