The portal you left behind is now my gravity. In the slow, spiralling ...

I can still hear the metal clang, feel the chains wobble and my ...

A tale as old as time, told in the stories they read to ...

The television in the waiting room was playing another murder. This time, it ...

     In the midst of a drought near the Yamuna River, the ...

The smell appeared on Wednesday morning. There had been traces of it all ...

Elyssa’s world is dirt poor. Her neck cramps as she looks up at ...

The aerial view is symmetrical. A woman and a boy sit across from ...

In stone He stands, ten feet taller than any man who ever bowed ...

She misses her home where olive trees grow, where her grandmother sits alone. ...