The cover image was sourced through Pexels and it was taken by a photographer named Lucio Paneri. Image Source: Pinterest Margaret wanted to be the perfect wife, mother, and homemaker someday. She had just turned eighteen, and her parents were pushing her to find a good husband to marry. Since it was the 1950s, most…

Image Source: Pexels- Samrat Sammy You were behind the wheel, I rode shotgun. “Is it difficult?” I had asked. “I’m getting the hang of it, easy task.” You had said it with a smile, the moon cut in half. We were only eighteen, in driving class.  Your life had been a difficult one. Absent father,…

Image Sourced Through Shuttershock Ron, Amy’s husband, opened the front door, giving Juan and me a full view of the entry.  The double staircase was a sight to behold. The chandelier that hung down from the thirty-foot ceiling was nothing short of glamorous.  “Hello, Juan.” He eyed Juan with suspicion. Knowing that Ron knew Juan…

This illustration was done by Kristi Coghlan who is our writer, Karina Coghlan’s mother. Rising with the sun and the cluck, cluck of chickens waiting to be fed, Marigold steps outside to a bright and brisk morning. Golden rays of the sun bounce off the clouds and over the mountains, creating a simple, romantic feel…

Image Sourced Through Pinterest Dear Lilith,  I’ve been overcome with grief these last few days, and I assume you do not care. You’ve scarcely written back; when you do, you write only a few words. I remember the day I departed and the sweet words you left me that no longer ring true. You promised…

Musa’s notorious behavior took a snag when he had to leave her home in the township “ekasi,” as they referred to the ghetto area they lived in. Out of the blue, his life changed for the worse when his father lost his job. He has been the breadwinner in the family, with his mother as…

It was another wintry Monday morning. While everyone was busy rushing to their respective workplaces, Hirendra sat with his old radio and a cup of tea, with no sugar. Arati, his only daughter, didn’t get a leave for the day and had to leave early for work. The whole house was echoing with Rabindra Sangeet,…

Photo By: Hanna Peters This story was inspired by the fishing trips that I used to take when I was little with my dad so that is why this story his dedicated to my father. It was a beautiful spring afternoon in May, and Hazel and her father were on their way down to Silvertree…

The moon stretched out before Ellie, a desolate expanse of grey dust and jagged craters, lit by the faint, ghoulish glow of Earth in the sky. She sat in the cockpit of the Lunar Dawn rover, her breath fogging the inside of her helmet. It was heavy, just like her shoulders. The comms were silent,…

I wasn’t sure why I kept doing this to myself. Every year I swear I’m a glutton for punishment, and every year I tell myself I’m not going, yet I find myself packing an overnight bag for a weekend getaway with the girls, all because of the guilt Amy makes me feel when she calls…