The scratching never stopped in our old house. It lived in the walls like a secret, worse at night when everything else fell quiet.

Preservation

KARAN parikh

There it was. My red Chem notebook. Sitting smugly, as if it had been there the entire time.

i’m an idiot sandwich

jonathan lin

 
So long as there was sand upon the beach, the ocean would breathe.

shoreline artistry

daniel grau

 
I hate mushrooms. I wrinkle my nose at the sight of them, and my grandmother laughs, declaring that I must not be Polish if I don’t like mushrooms.

Mushrooms of many names

DALIA SUSZKO

The boy would have been terrified by what he saw if he had the time to.
 

Entrapped

Nate Metz