Cliffhanger Murphy had overcome all of life’s trivialities as a young boy. His father always told him there was nothing more fulfilling than reaching one’s peak. And so he sought out to conquer mountains, it was a purpose he gave to the rest of his life. The youngling used to climb into class through the window by the time he was fifteen. Continue reading
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Mountain by Ahmed AlRasheed
They looked at me, like I was a prize, both males as I was told by my mother. She made certain I knew what I was going to see from this agonizing world; humans. That’s what she called these species, ugly, scary, disgusting humans. Continue reading
Mountain by Suha
It was the darkest hour of the night. After ensuring that everyone was fast asleep, I slipped out of the house. Slowly and cautiously, I walked out of my small neighborhood and entered the unkempt wilderness. It didn’t take me too long to reach the foot of the mountain, about half an hour. Continue reading
Justice by Toby
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Now that I have bashed my keyboard to eviscerate some of the rage imbedded deep inside my tormented soul, I feel slightly at ease and in control. Continue reading
Justice by Nawar Bashir
I try to cross my legs under the table without ripping my pantyhose on the cheap rough wooden texture.
The dress that i bought especially for this evening, clashes with the hideous florar patterns of the nylon covered chairs I’m sitting on. Continue reading
Justice by Suha
She’s graceful the ways she stands. Chin upwards, posture upright, fearing no one and nothing. Holding balance scales in one hand, a double edged sword in the other, Continue reading
Justice by Shayma’a Ahmed
Pans to tilt.
Hard. Cold. Reflection.
Blind – enfolding gloom. Continue reading
Justice by Bader Shehab
They called for justice,
And sounded in one voice,
But all they ever got were pluralist stanzas,
Of shoulder-cut suits serenading sweet harmonies
To ears’ flavor Continue reading
Justice by Batool Hasan
“Another existential crisis?” he snorted.
I tug on the ropes binding my wrists as his grin widens.
He dabbles his brush between different shades on his pallet, and continues to babble on like the idiot he is Continue reading
Justice by Fatema AlSumaiti
I took my glasses off and I saw it all.
The ugly.
The distorted.
The colors painted outside the lines. Continue reading
Joy by Ahmed AlRasheed
As we ascended down the Hellmouth caves, we could hear the sounds of The Wakening. Six of us scavenged through the undying lands looking for Crota, there we encountered the deadly thralls of the Hive decent. Continue reading
Joy by Batool Hasan
My legs rush me to the familiar aluminium door, and my fingers unlock it. Unidentified molecules and particles invite themselves into my lungs as I inhale and exhale deeply. Continue reading
Joy by Nawar Bashir
To my Baby girl;
Allow me just a moment to get a bit irrational.
I’m your mother, I tend to get a little emotional. Continue reading
Joy by Merriam AlFuhaid
I sit across from you, silently ruining our afternoon, occupied with thoughts of my own destruction. My mind has always been a dark place. It’s not as if you walked in and turned off the lights. It’s just, before it didn’t matter so much. Continue reading
Joy by Shayma’a Ahmed
“Fashion never sleeps so neither do we”.
Sure you don’t!
Spending your nights
Counting every penny. Continue reading
Joy by Toby Al-R
Monkey by Batool Hasan
It’s 6 A.M. on a Saturday morning, and I’m driving along Gulf Street. Sunrays dance lightly, basking the world in a soft layer of gold. Convertibles cruise on the street, and people walk along the playful waves. Continue reading
Monkey by Fatma AlSumaiti
Monkeys in a cage
We are nothing but monkeys in a cage
Here are the keys, off to the stage
Ordered the ringmaster of the circus Continue reading
Monkey by Bader A. Shehab
I wondered what could be more beautiful, the sun’s eclipse evading the edge of my atmospheric-pressurized cabin glass pane or bananas dangling basking in the warm tropical wind ripening awaiting my taste buds to blend into their flesh. Continue reading
Monkey by Osman Naeem
They came like Wall Street protesters, they took our food, they shat in our water tanks, they stomped on our hopes. Two weeks ago, Captain Smeagol called for shots to celebrate the success of Project Copper Ape’s launch. Two days ago, Captain Smeagol’s intestines were crocheted on the circuit boards of Charles’ banana dispenser. Continue reading
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