"They're coming!" Jona screamed. "The end is near!"    Jona ranted on the streets of Seal Beach. He used to be healthy but now he was too thin and he hadn't shaved in a month. He kept the same clothes on and didn't bother bathing. He was vigilant in getting his message out. He wrote a dozen signs and left his own "crop" circles in the dirt, wards to keep them away but no one listened to his ravings and he could not postpone the inevitable.    "We will all die. Just look at the stars! Look at the stars!"    A group of four, two couples who were passing by, stopped and looked at him. Most had looks of concerns except one man who smile

A Valentine’s Story For those who seek love in unconventional places.            Kailee set the basement up as she always had; seven white candles, a ring of salt, and her Ouija board. However, today was different because it was Valentine’s day. This time, Kailee scattered some rose petals and lit some sandalwood incense. She placed some chocolates next to the Ouija board and even wore a pretty red dress. Kailee sat down and placed her planchet on the board. She knew it the game wasn’t meant to be played alone, but she had been doing so for quite some time now.            Settling down on the basement floor, Kailee made

            “I’m not going to die here,” I said, gripping the oxygen tank.            “Then you’re fooling yourself because we’re trapped,” Tia said.            The emergency lights of our pod flashed.            “They won’t find us in time,” said Tia.    Her dark hair was plastered to her sweaty forehead. We had already taken off our suits due to the air unit failure.            “I don’t know how long we’ll last but I’m not giving up,” I said.            “How much hair do we have left?” she asked.            I looked at the can

            She runs across the fields, roiling clouds above her head. She knows the storm is here. She can smell it in the air. The grass beneath her feet is oddly soft against her skin but she wants it to cut, she wants it to hurt.    She runs, chest heaving, heart pounding, she can barely get a breath. There is noise all around and it isn’t the thunder of clouds, but the thunder of voices. She is accused. And she runs, ever running till that thunder causes her to cease and she realizes she is at the edge of the world.    She looks at the abyss, at the nothingness and feels herself becoming empty. She lets out a scream just to rem