The moon was full and high in the sky that night, giving off a glow of light to the beach. It allowed me to see the board walkway that led nearly to the water’s edge, stopping only a couple yards …
“The Killing Type” Nereyda Flores
the scene is set with a girl working the front register at a gas station. she does nothing but smile while standing at the front counter. there is no life behind her eyes. it is eerily quiet, only the buzz …
The Old Man in the Shrine by Brenden Sisk
Zhao hummed softly to himself as he made his way up the rocky path, leaning on his walking stick as his fine yellow and blue robes dragged across the ground with each little step. On his shoulder sat a small …
Stranded by James Archuleta
The little space ship rattled as it entered the atmosphere. Alarms blared insistently. “Come on, come on, please . . .” The pilot was a black ant trying to pull out of free fall. “This is Brandy to the Colony …
Why Insects and Arachnids Hate Each Other by James Archuleta
Many ages ago, when the grasses and plants were different than the ones we know now, the First Scorpion was called Rai. He was an immense creature of darkness, with seven poisonous tails. Now, during that age of the world, …
Parley Staff Picks: Copy Editor, Tswana Caine
We’ve received a number of exceptional submissions, and Parley’s Copy Editor, Tswana Caine picked some of her favorites (in no particular order). The Goblin Shack Ganker by Kirk Thomas I’ve chosen this piece because I was instantly captivated by the sensory language at …
Parley Staff Picks: Assistant Editor, Jacob Adams
We’ve received a number of exceptional submissions, and Parley’s Assistant Editor, Jacob Adams has picked some of his favorites (in no particular order). Sleuth by Hayley Stoddard For anyone who’s written poetry as something to be shared, this poem captures …
Parley Staff Picks: Editor in Chief, Camille Liptak
We’ve received a number of exceptional submissions, and Parley’s Editor in Chief, Camille Liptak has picked some of her favorites (in no particular order). When She Realized the Universe Was on Her Side by Lache S. Man, oh man do …
Joanna, Animals by Taylor Gorman
JOANNA Your voice like a guitar solo. The way you sing buries me. The contortion of your mouth is what I think of when I think of love. Singing, you say, is like dying repeatedly in front of a crowd. …
The Cycle of Winter by Keri Kapfer
Poem Version: All seasonsAll colorsAll sights for eyes to seeAll soundsAnd all smells tooAll for a heart to melt overAll to see your faceOh SummerMy cousin has come to me fallingNow I wish it wasn’t meWasn’t my turnYou know me …