Stories

The metallic smell of his Mickey’s tall can beer breath grabbed her nostrils' attention and sent confirmation that she needed to get out of the car as soon as possible. If she had known he was drunk then she wouldn't have called him; but toxic breakups are hard to process when there has been no closure and you're still awake at 4 am on a Saturday. She had to wait until the rural street they were on cleared out onto a paved two-lane residential road with stop lights for a chance to try and escape...

In the heart of the unforgiving city, where dreams often met cold reality, there resided a resilient kid named Lewis. Trapped in the clutches of minimum wage, he toiled day and night as a lowly hourly worker in a rundown grocery store. The monotony of his existence contrasted sharply with the pulsating beats and vibrant energy of the hip hop music he cherished. Night after night, Lewis retreated to his dingy room, its walls adorned with faded posters of his idols. With a battered turntable as hi