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  The Sycamore

  

  By Juhcub, New Rochelle, NY

  Kristopher’s legs swung back and forth too quickly to allow for any form of deceleration. His boots kicked up moist, sludgy mud that clung to his pants and even the bottom of his loosely dangling shirt. Kris’s arms were held tightly to his body as he fought against the expanses of his microcosmi...
• Nonfiction > Personal Experience
  New Pair of Eyes

  

  By Juhcub, New Rochelle, NY

  Let me tell you, transforming into a mouse in front of my camp was flat out difficult. I was challenged trying to maintain a British accent, acting like an eight-year-old when I was tall enough to be 18, and last but not least, morphing into a mouse without making it look like the ultimate downfall ...
• Fiction > All Fiction
  Reckoning

  

  By Juhcub, New Rochelle, NY

  The faint wind blowing, the cars slowly drifting by in the parking lot, and the doors opening and closing all around me distracted me from tapping my foot in conjunction with the ticking of my watch. The sound was being drowned by the noise surrounding it. It was being grabbed by the neck, forced do...
• Fiction > Thriller/Mystery
  Running for Paradise

  

  By Juhcub, New Rochelle, NY

  The shock my worn down sneakers absorb from the ground reverberates through my legs, rises into my abdomen, resonates into my arms, and swells within my head. The thoughts dig their claws into the frail mind trapped inside of my malevolent skull, forcing me to cease running. The sudden jolt my body ...
• Reviews > Movie Reviews
  Titanic

  

  By Juhcub, New Rochelle, NY

  Even though Titanic was released in 1997, it recently came back to theaters for the one hundredth anniversary of the ship’s sinking on April 15th, 1912. The movie revolves around Rose DeWitt Bukater and Jack Dawson, two passengers from very different backgrounds that fall in love while on the ...
• Fiction > Thriller/Mystery
  The Black Lotus

  

  By Juhcub, New Rochelle, NY

  A garbage bag is simply the plastic container of a person’s secrets—the secrets they want to dispose of. The secrets they know will shortly be ground into miniscule pieces that could never be recovered. The secrets that have the ability to manifest into a legitimate object. Yet some secrets, reg...
• Reviews > Book Reviews
  Great Expectations by Charles Dickens

  

  By Juhcub, New Rochelle, NY

  Dear Charles Dickens, Mr. Dickens, your writing has flown through the air, entered my body, and forcefully, yet beautifully, pierced the inner chambers—the atria and the ventricles—of my strongly beating heart. Your words—strong, bold, eloquent, articulate, dynamic, vivacious, abounding—...
• Fiction > Thriller/Mystery
  The Hero of the Story

  

  By Juhcub, New Rochelle, NY

  The vibrant sunrise begged his eyes to open, to view the blending of a crisp blue and a warm and fluffy pinkish orange. The clouds all seemed to originate in that center point—where everything came from. The night sky, the morning sky, the clouds, the stars, the sun, the moon, and life. That point...
• Fiction > All Fiction
  Let the Only Sound Be the Overflow

  

  By Juhcub, New Rochelle, NY

  Grounded. Trapped within the four, bleak white walls of my room. I sat on my bed. My teeth clenched, hands morphed into spheres, and thoughts zooming through my mind. It was difficult to think clearly, for the pattering of the rain on my windows distracted me. One thought, however, breached that dis...
• Fiction > Thriller/Mystery
  Nothing is Ever Black and White

  

  By Juhcub, congers, NY

  He trudged through the snow. His black boots ripped up the crystal white fluff and spit it around. He stopped and groaned at the frozen thought that snow had entered his secure and warm boot. He crumpled his fingers as they entered his boot to try and grasp the cold, wet snow. He stood up and made a...
• Fiction > Thriller/Mystery
  The Demon Disc Jockey

  

  By Juhcub, congers, NY

  The beat pulsed through the floor which rapidly changed colors, as it was in sync with the music. The lights impregnated the room with effulgent colors. It seemed as if the pigmentation of one’s skin had morphed into the present flashing color. Hands were thrown into the air and to the beat se...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  The Misanthrope

  

  By Juhcub, congers, NY

  I hate you. I can’t stand the sight of you. I can’t stand the thought of you. My world is consumed by your world. Everything I have, everything I love, is yours. I hate you. I never thought those three words would ever come out of my mouth and formulate themselves into the same sentence. But yet...
• Fiction > Thriller/Mystery
  Adrian's Mind

  

  By Juhcub, congers, NY

  On July 17 at 8:37 P.M., I quietly snuck into a woman’s house and killed her. I threw her down, slit her throat, and left. As I ended her life at the blink of an eye, I felt a marvelous sensation run through my veins. It was the feeling of being able to live, and she no longer obtained that privil...
• Fiction > Thriller/Mystery
  The Mortician

  

  By Juhcub, congers, NY

  Chester Corwin was his name. He wasn’t well known in our town, people only knew him as the mortician who lived on Murk Street. I don’t believe he was ever seen talking to anyone, although on occasion a few people claimed that they’ve seen him speaking to a man no one else had seen before. The ...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Everything Bagels

  

  By Juhcub, congers, NY

  Everything Bagels. Yummm. They’re so delectable and delicious. A combination of many different flavors. A crunchy composition after being toasted. A wonderful sensation of smelling the warm tastes while it’s heating up. So many different things on one bagel. How could anything ...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  Why I Will Not Get Out of Bed

  

  By Juhcub, congers, NY

  I slowly wriggle my body to find a more comfortable position for myself, and my mind. I am surprised by the difficulty of moving, every fiber of my sheets has latched onto my bare skin, making sure I don’t try to escape to relive the moment one last time. My lips brush up against my pillow case as...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Who Do I Think I Am

  

  By Juhcub, congers, NY

  A question waiting to be answered. A writer waiting for inspiration. A hunter waiting for its prey. A rain drop waiting to hit the ground. A sticker, waiting to unstick and soar through the air, even for just a moment. A book waiting to be read. A car waiting to be driven. An ice cube waiting...
• Fiction > Romance
  The Traffic Light

  

  By Juhcub, congers, NY

  A town was no longer inhabited by a single soul. A very small town, in fact. It was composed of a small market, a bar, a gym, a bank, a salon, a post office, a pool (filled with air), a school, and a church. All of these pieces of infrastructure snuggly met at one intersection, guarded by one traffi...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  Those Big Blue Eyes

  

  By Juhcub, congers, NY

  Neave Greyhold, a common housewife living in Colorado, was sitting on her couch. Her feet were graciously placed on the coffee table in front of her. Her eyes were separated from the sight of her beautiful world by her eyelids. She took in a long and slow breath. Her lungs impregnated with thick, lu...