She couldn’t stop scratching. The veins in her hand cringed and slithered to the surface of her tan, cracked skin. Her boy-cut…
All by Samantha Levin
She couldn’t stop scratching. The veins in her hand cringed and slithered to the surface of her tan, cracked skin. Her boy-cut…
He waved his gun at the window. Just enough so that the window washer would…
“OH MY GAWD! OH MY GAWD! How are ya honeyyy!” the 59-year-old teenager squealed. Her over-bleached hair and fake…
She had a pink mole on her left cheek right by her nostril that wobbled every time she opened her mouth. Like a little pink earthquake it…
He kept telling us we could make thousands if we just sent them a letter. He kept telling us to trust him, to trust this almost man with his slickly…
He was almost attractive, but his eyes were more grey than blue and his jaw line was hidden under baby soft skin. He was leaning back in his…
He was 20 years old, and he couldn’t pronounce his r’s. The girl sitting next to him asked if he had an English accent. I cringed. He tried to speak like a…
His eyes were black shooter marbles that never looked directly at me. He had lanky, feminine hands, which he casually cracked and a hard jet-black…
There is a fine line between the creative man and the business man. It usually goes unnoticed. This man vacillated between…
Female Intern #1: “This city makes me feel so alive!…
Staring at the glossy screen of my MacBook Pro, I feel oddly nostalgic for the glorious, infinite qualities I once saw in…
Bah-bump-t-bump-bam. She typed against the rhythm of the ball, as it slapped the floor above her. The chiclet keys of her…