Categoría: little chews
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“Only in Dreams” by Selvi Agarwal
The mind is a theatre that never grows dark, ignited by sleep and a flickering spark. The curtains of the eyelids are heavy and drawn, to hide all the magic that plays until dawn. The stage is set wide with no script in my hand, a boundary-less voyage through sea…
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5 Poems by Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal
Rivers Run Dry Rivers scribble andand doodle away.Their verses and theirdrawings are waterbased. Rivers run dryin times of drought, andwhen dead bodies floatto the surface, theyare witnesses to thebad deeds of mankind.They were here in timesof better climate,before pollutiontainted their versesand illustrations. ~~ False Rain Night drops likean anchor.It evadesthe…
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“Spoils” by Bill Tope and Doug Hawley
Joe Jacobs spotted something lying in the road up ahead. Puzzled, he braked, and the car rolled to a stop about ten feet in front of the mysterious object. He peered curiously through the windshield. «What is that?» he wondered aloud. Climbing out of his automobile, he approached cautiously and…
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“Perfection” by Matias Travieso-Diaz
There’s no such thing as Perfection. But, in striving for perfection,we can achieve excellence.Vince Lombardi When Maria passed away, her soul ascended to Heaven and joined the scores of others seeking admittance through the Pearly Gates. She noticed that she was able to make out the appearance of every detached…
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“THE NOT SO SUPER HERO” by Carl Bernard Schwartz
A quick dash of spinach pluslife-threatening circumstancesmay not result in a super smoothdigestion process, but rathermight end up with a partiallychewed green substance balledup in one’s mouth, ready to beexpelled as a one-and-doneprojectile toward anyone whothreatens to do harm. Please,do check those expiration dateson the can.
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“Generation Alpha” by Alissa Brown
My daughter is screaming so loudly that I have to put a hand over her mouth. “What’s the matter with you?” I ask angrily, looking into her bloodshot eyes. She just sits there and looks at me like I’m the crazy one. My brain flashes with memories of her as…
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“The Decision” by Alice Baburek
The electronic store was to open early. With a new line of integrated cell phones on the market, Samir Hassan had secured his order several months ago. A group of teenagers was outside conversing, waiting to step inside. Samir smiled as he unlocked the weather-beaten door. Two of the teens…
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3 Poems by Snigdha Agrawal
Paper That Remembers She still holds onto those report cardssince KG,stacked in a clear plastic folder,edges curled at the cornerswith time. Among them,her prized possessionThe Senior Cambridge certificate,mailed from Cambridge,inked in careful pen,unfaded, unblurred,as if time chose to spare it. Sometimes she takes them out,traces the numbers,the remarks,and feels that…
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“talking about god” by John Yamrus
talking about god wasn’tone of thethings on Ernie’s list. i mean,i want to believe,i really do, but what’s the point, right? andhe’d stand there,on the beach, arms crossed, looking at us, waitingfor someoneto come along,take his picture anddeclare that everythingeverywhere was all right,and was never gonna change,for now and forever…
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“Don’t Bet on it!” by Bill Tope
Most tech-savvy people are familiar with the term handle. Its use dates back to the 1970s, when it described the on-air identity of a CB radio user. Remember “BJ and the Bear?” No? Just as well. More recently, a handle refers to the amount of money wagered on an event…
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“TWO VISITS I’LL NEVER FORGET” by Carl Bernard Schwartz
I. Gusty winds were the culprit, and the neighborrenting the house just south of mine had neverdealt with 65 mph flurries; there was no warningwhatsoever until all of a sudden, the formerly erect,young palm tree on their property broke off at thebase and fell on top of some hedges that…
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“Stairway to Death” by Alice Baburek
Heinrich Klein could resist no longer. He was one of the many who slipped away undetected—a new life and identity. He never faced his unwavering involvement in war crimes and atrocities committed against humanity. Many times, he visited his fading memories of Mauthausen, which was one of the most horrific…
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“Terminal” by Alissa Brown
I’m sitting in a stiff-backed chair, listening to this person speak. According to the news I’ve just received, my reaction should be dramatic—hysterical, maybe—but all I can do is stare and breathe. I’m breathing, right? In. Out. In. Out. My life has been a roller coaster so far, and getting…
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