The Space Between
There was a white light when I died. It was sterile, mechanical, cold. At first I was excited, elated even, but as my eyes began to adjust…everything came rushing back to me, as if all my life had been a dream. ¶ I am 10 earth years old, but I have lived a thousand lives. Each one was different from the last; in one I am a Spanish Conquistador, in another I am the witch at Salem. Every perspective, every point of view, everyone’s shoes must be walked in. And we have the time. ¶ Every life that I have lived to completion — every awkward pubescent phase, every child birth, and every agonizing fatal disease that first broke me and…
Joe BelargeMar 24
How Ideal
I picked up a bouquet of flowers like I did every Sunday. This wasn’t every Sunday though. So I got a pack of Sour Patch Kids too, her…favorite. As I walked down 2nd towards my apartment, where she was, my heart palpitated through my chest. I usually noticed people passing me by; saying hello to a friendly stranger here and there, but not today. I could only focus on one thing. ¶ She moved in five weeks ago and brightened my life. She had interrupted me and my friend’s conversation in a bar on the Lower East Side about cheating in college.
Matthew SchafferMar 27
