I found myself under a hot red light surrounded by smoke, salt in the air as if I were on a ship in the middle of a storm tossed around by the imbalance of the sea, the hallway a long passage crowded with people unaffected I rocked from one side to the other in suffocating… Read More “Revelation of the Damned” by Brianna Vigil
I found home, at first, I was apprehensive, but there you were, ready. I was apprehensive, but my bags were already in the hall, And then came the excitement— intoxicating— but I had only just gotten comfortable in our bed when the wallpaper began to peel. Two years in: termites made the beams rot and… Read More “Rent” by Sen Kathleen
Hello readers, writers and curious parties alike! Thank you so much for either being an active part of, or randomly stumbling across, Sentience Literary Journal. We are so excited to have you all here for our very first publication! I want to give a special thank you to all the amazingly talented writers who are… Read More This is the Day of the Show Y’all!
The first time I met God, I was draped in a rough, elephant-colored bathrobe, worn soles on my slippers.[…]… Read More “Portrait of a Smoking Lounge as Cave” by Jake Bailey
There are dogs next door, in the house to the right of Carol Anne’s. And not just one or two. She’s tried counting them based on the different barks, but she always loses track. When a siren whines down the road, they all start howling, almost screaming. It’s as if they’re mourning something, perhaps their… Read More “Carol Anne” by Kelly Curran
The seasons had passed seamlessly in Los Angeles with a gentleman’s handshake of ten degrees difference between them. Spring had warmed to summer, had warmed to fall, and now we were here having surpassed the crest of the heat in Southern California. The climate fires had all been put out, but the air was still… Read More “Will it Hurt?” by Lindsey Anthony-Bacchione
When I close the screen, I feel the light softly go out in the room where your pixelated cheeks just blushed for me. I wonder if, all the way on the other side of your universe, when closing your laptop, do you feel the sounds of our instant disconnection? Feeling screenshot in isolation, with… Read More “Verses Almost Sent to a Lingering Flame” by Adrian Cepeda
How overjoyed I was, to hear her squawking stop so suddenly. She’d boarded after me, birdcage in hand. Then, after the ascent, three squawks. Maybe two. Anyone on a plane, I’ll tell you, can’t stand the sound. I’d heard of puppies dying overhead, the change of pressure too much for their little lungs, but birds?… Read More “Flight Cage” by Maya Nordine
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