Prose
“There are too many souls and too few humans, that is something Elspeth realized quite early on in her afterlife. Afterlife isn’t a great name for it, though. There’s nothing life-like in the After.”
Elise Green
“She tapped the edge of her mug. Tomorrow, she would get up and fix herself breakfast. She would go to work. She would come back. She would do some minute activities before waking up and doing it all again. The eternal loop of life.”
Anna Carter
“The woman smelled of soap, and not the hard, greasy soap that they used in the orphanage, but soft smelling and sweet.”
Julia Zay
“Sophie and Bertha didn’t respond. They left the shop silently, closing the door just as the woman behind them in line placed her ration card down on the counter.”
Julia Zay
“Tempted by the dull shine of her elusive beauty, the moth flew forward, fuzzy wings brushing against her glossed lips.”
Kylee Klawetter
“He stood there, next to the building, admiring the night’s tranquility as it echoed the complexity and restlessness of human thoughts.”
Shehzeen Khan
“When she had been shifted to this room, he had found a small wounded bird on the window sill.”
Kankana Dutta
Poetry
Creative Nonfiction
“ But somewhere in the sunbaked heat of those June days, the excitement and anxiety that sprung from a new property on Thames Drive was all that invaded my ears.”
River DeLacey