by Nicholas Siennicki She might have looked back, just then, for a second. She might have, but she didn’t. A part of her told her to do it, just to tear back her eyes and feel that rush, that excitement, that spirit that still lingered heavy in the air. It would be just the way it was it seemed to tell her, it would be … Continue reading Welcome Home.
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
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)
by Nicholas Siennicki Remembering Hemingway, Owen, Eliot. Compassion was hard to come by during long nights spent wandering foreign cities. You chose to come here. You got on the plane. The people back home were proud of you. You were proud of you, at first. There’s nothing to it, you told yourself, idle in your idealism. There’s nothing to it. All you had to do … Continue reading lost boys…
by Jessica Barratt I’d say it all started around the time I convinced Mike to move outta that stuffy old Witticker house and head to the city with me. You know, I was his only pal at that point, and the chap relied on me. Yeah, there’re some people who might have said I was using him, and I was—hell, he would give up anything … Continue reading Witticker
by Nicholas Siennicki She draped her head over the back of the seat, lazily looking up at the Jackson Pollock sky. Tendrils of smoke and smog played off the city lights and gleaming stars, the perfect mix of innocence and experience. She could feel the breeze washing over her as it kissed her skin and billowed through the airy dress that she felt made her … Continue reading Her Year – A Short Story
by Nicholas Siennicki Let’s run through it again. I’ll come in here, and take my gloves off. You’ll slide down the bannister with that effervescent smile of yours. My brain will tell me how beautifully ethereal you are. My heart might skip a beat. You won’t be privy to that, only to the smile spreading across my lips. And you’ll help me out of my … Continue reading this place feels so real. – A Short Story