Amr Abbas
Burya 4: Prologue
Our new series begins with an unsettling story of strange events at sea the night before a crew of new recruits boards Burya 4.
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Merle Emrich
- 3 days ago
Refractions – Part V
With his hands he traced the familiar shapes. Only a layer of paint more, only a shade brighter than the wall, they were barely noticeable.
India Wittmershaus
- 3 days ago
The Day of the First Snow
It has gotten cold. It smells of snow. The street is filled with people.
Amr Abbas
- Nov 12
Strokes
Still water; stationary winds; a world unworlded and a storm unfolded. I didn't understand then. I don't understand now, either.
Merle Emrich
- Nov 12
Refractions - Part IV
There was something strange about her. The busker frowned. She was somehow fuzzy around the edges. A faint black glow engulfed her.
George Line
- Oct 29
H, E, Double Hockey Sticks
I could not make a head or tail of it. Was that who I thought it was behind the door? And the guard, the rifle–was it not all symbolic?
Mahmudun Nabi
- Oct 29
Friendly Mamdo Ghost
“What’s there to be afraid of?” he asks, taking a closer look at the person. "Be a math teacher if you want to scare me."
Enjy Ashour
- Oct 29
“Believe”
“Believe.” That’s it. The word’s resonance paralyzed me; I couldn’t move and couldn’t understand a thing.
Jakob Dittmar
- Oct 15
Them O'Graphys
Thoughts about Lady History by a half-drunk warden in the park.
Kira Jensen
- Oct 15
Regulation
A hairy mass slams into my legs. George is desperately trying to get to Blubber. “That’s a violation!” I say.
Enjy Ashour
- Oct 15
Dream-bound
“I told you I’d find you!” the hideous human-like creature said with his gruff voice.
India Wittmershaus
- Oct 15
The Table
I would like to tell you my story. It is a story of quietly observing in an ever-changing world. To understand, I am a table...
Varanta Aharonian Niziblian
- Oct 1
A Glance at My Diary
Reflections on growing up, home, love, insomnia, dreams and more - combining prose, poetry and illustrations.
George Line
- Oct 1
Catherine the Great
“I was born 900 years ago,” the man continued. “I was present at the first Russian invasion of Constantinople..."
Merle Emrich
- Oct 1
Refractions - Part III
He pushed open the door just wide enough to slip through. The light outside was already beginning to fade; shadows crept out of the ground.
India Wittmershaus
- Oct 1
In Silence
A brother and a sister and a silence that accompanies them since childhood. A silence that takes many forms and means many things.
Amr Abbas
- Oct 1
A Long Ride Along
“Follow me,” I said as I walked down the flight of stairs. Quickly, I approached my red bike. Squeaky, we called her.
Amr Abbas
- Sep 17
Worst Kept Secret
“Dead bodies? Really?” He said and sighed, looking back into the trunk.
India Wittmershaus
- Sep 17
Bedtime Story
"Once upon a time, in another world, a world far from ours where equality reigned, justice and freedom, ..."
Amr Abbas
- Sep 3
Unfamiliar
“A past so vast. A present unpleasant. A future full of fracture.” The voice was mine own. But those were not my words...
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