By Philip Malazarte I wake up in searing agony. My eyes jerk open, and I shoot up in my bed, furiously searching for the cause of my...

By Philip Malazarte I’ve always found the idea of glasses fascinating. A piece of glass can correct your eyesight, and allow you to see...

By Philip Malazarte It’s a weird feeling. A feeling you can’t really describe. So many emotions mixed together into…something. It feels...

By Philip Malazarte What if crying isn't a result of evolution? What if it started with one person? Who was that one person? Long ago,...

By Philip Malazarte Do you remember those times when your eyes would just start watering? Without provocation or reason, tears would...

Philip Malazarte She was gone, and nothing could change that. The love of my life, the light that lit my dark world was gone. But life...

Philip Malazarte Warning: this short story contains graphic descriptions. I wake in a cold room, dazed and confused, sore all over. I...

Have you ever been addicted to someone? You do your best to avoid them, to separate your own life from theirs, but you can’t–you have to...

It’s weird when the people that you knew so well are now complete strangers to you. People that you couldn't last a day without seeing,...

My father’s a simple man, or at the very least that's what everyone thinks. people whisper it to each other when me and father walked...