Features Fiction

Summer is like a desert, wherever you are.  A vast emptiness filled with boundless potential.  All activity comes to a static nothing.  Stillness of the morning  becomes the skirring of the day  becomes the stillness of the night. What was...

I met Jared two years ago at a coffee shop near Imperial Beach. He was the guitarist for some indie band at the time and you know how some girls have a thing for...

The conversation went something like; I don't have white privilege. Yes, I am white but I am not privileged ... I was raised in a poor family, and never went to college. I work hard...

The Highlander reached out to past writers for “Feature Fiction” to find out more about the creative machinations of their works. We conducted a Q&A with the newly hired Assistant Features Editor Alexandria Esteban,...

It was well past nine when the last train let him off at the downtown station. Ray was the first to disembark, and as he trudged toward the staircase leading over the platforms to...

I’ve fallen in love with writing. The rhythmic tapping of keys, The faint scribbling of a pen, The sound of an eraser taking away the mistakes that were born to become masterpieces.   It gave me a voice. One that...

Storm: By Sabrina Hunter, CW Her head was the lightning filled sky. Anxiety and thunder coursing through her veins, Blood substituted by sadness, The fast beating of her heart as scattered as the rain, Trembling hands echoed the waves...

Courtesy of Pexels I’ve lived in this house for 35 years. I know the thick, buttery smell the kitchen radiates when Analise, our personal chef, is busy preparing...

Beneath the solar panel shades of a Coffee Bean table sat Herm, finishing as much homework a student could an hour before the deadline. Wind chilling his fingers, Habit fries to his left, Coffee...

Courtesy of Flickr When you die you are informed that in order to pass over to the afterlife you must first guide the new incarnation of yourself to...