Story #3

by Cassi Jerkins


The child at the carnival could not have been more delighted at the demented acts he witnessed before his eyes. The laughter of the Master of Ceremonies frightened his soul in a most pleasing way. As lions hopped through hoops of fire and a man on a unicycle juggled sharp knives with his own bare hands, all the boy could think was, “I want to build my own circus!” 

Story #2

by Cassi Jerkins

The artist hunched over his pad of blank paper for nearly an hour at his favorite outdoor eastside cafe, the cigarette butts collecting beneath the table. “Why haven’t I been struck by the Muse?” the tortured artist sulked while gazing wincingly at the sun. He adjusted his black beret and sat back in the light wooden chair. “Pathetic,” he thought, “another bright day clouding my talent!” He scowled forward and snatched his pencil, thoughtlessly dabbling two ovals side by side. “What is this?” the artist peered piercingly at the two ovals, “Reveal yourself to me!” He slowly began to draw a smaller oval within the right oval… “Yes, an eye… but not just any eye. Please go on!” The artist continued to meticulously draw and the next hour carried by in a most surreal manner, this right eye becoming increasingly apparent to him… It was the “Eye of Death” of course and the left eye was slowly becoming the “Eye of Riddle”! The artist’s imagination was enticing him further and further down the rabbit hole. 

"Story 1"

by Cassi Jerkins

The date couldn’t have gone more swimmingly for Jim and Jill. Jill looked delightfully divine in her pastel blue summer dress. Though Jim seemed a bit under dressed his curiously contagious green eyes kept Jill from caring. They spent two whole hours in the Green Basil Teatime Cafe without a notice for time. The mention of a certain popular English band gave the anxious chase a push into a more porous and fruitful exploration, giving the two butterflies. “Could this be the one?” they both thought in revealing secrecy.