By Garret Hinson
I did think about Jesus hanging there on the cross, though, thinking to himself, “only three more days, only three more days.”
By Brian Smith
You want to know what the ashtray really is? You really don’t.
By Emily Hunerwadel
Let’s get to what this is really about: three sounds.
By Matthew Brady
The knots of rope fell soundlessly at his feet, and he rubbed his wrists tenderly. The sack was then removed from his head, and he stood blinking in the blinding glare of a new morning.
By Kathryn Kirby
Be safe is what he wanted to say, but before the words could quite get out, the train whistle uttered a shriek, and a sea of young men in dusky green uniforms moved as one over the platform.
By Kyle Dunn
Every night I tried to forget. I tried, above all, to forget about why the stranger was doing this, why he wanted me to watch him day in and day out.