“How pitiful then, that it had no idea about the devastation happening to its own species.” (Sean Taro Nishi)

Rachel Forrest is a a painter based in San Jose. Her work can be found on her website. Save the Sloths by Sean Taro Nishi The thing about non-profits is: the people who work there are always beautiful. It’s as if they’re giving back for their God-given gifts, paying it forward if you will. Paying …

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“to the front of that line, pushing and shoving and punching and biting…” (Clyde Always)

Rachel Forrest is a a painter based in San Jose. Her work can be found on her website. Stella and the Fratboy by Clyde Always Once upon a time, in a rip-roaring party town set by the sea, there lived a stunningly beautiful siren named Stella.  Stella had shimmering sapphire eyes and shapely long legs …

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“‘Cause, I’m gonna snooze back some further in time and about forty, fifty miles north of here.” (Jeff Kaliss)

The following, "Family Affair" (script, excerpt), is an excerpt of a completed script by Jeff Kaliss. Jeff Kaliss studies writing and jazz piano at CCSF after completing an MFA in Creative Writing at SFSU. His poetry appears in the Suisun Valley Review and he reads it around town. Jeff wrote a biography of Sly & the …

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“I may be as average as they come in so many respects, … but I’m not a dummy.” (Dana Wagner)

Chiao En Huang studies Graphic Design in CCSF. Currently, Chiao works at speciality coffee shop SPRO. "Obviously, [to] create is one of my biggest hobbies. I also do a lot of painting and drawing. Line (geometric) and color are two really big inspiration for me." More work can be viewed at Chiao En Huang's website: …

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“This would be the perfect emoji for today.” (Kate Steinheimer)

Dimas Arellan is a surrealist creature artist from Los Angeles who loves City College and all it’s colorful people and things. Sardonic Face by Kate Steinheimer I’d like to invent a new emoji. One that says, “I can’t believe you just said that.” Or something like that. I could use it a lot, although I’m not …

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A Spooky Tale: “Jess” by Cindy Powers

Jess by Cindy Powers "I wish we'd never stepped foot in this old house." "You wanted to come here." "Well, it's supposed to be, you know, special." Jess looked around the parlor room, arms folded. Paint peeling, graffiti, holes in the walls. Jess was my best friend since forever. It hadn't mattered that she'd grown …

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Screenplay: Out With Italians [Excerpt] by Tony Bianco

OUT WITH ITALIANS FADE IN: EXT. SANTA REY - DAY - ESTABLISHING A small fishing town in the San Francisco Bay Area. December 7, 1941. INT. LINO'S APARTMENT - PARLOR - NIGHT A small, simple apartment. LINO NOCCI, 35, wiry, handsome, a scar along the left half of his jawline, stands staring at his radio. …

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Forum Online– Fall, 2016

We are pleased to announce the winners of the first annual writing contest! Poetry: Gloria Keeley for her poem, "Billie" Fiction: Chandler Vannasdall for his story "End of the Line" Click for more poems, stories, and photos from our fantastic Fall, 2016 authors to the right--under Who We Are! And the amazing photo above, "Fall," …

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Short Story by Kendra Lindemann

Okay By Kendra Lindemann Grass smells different in the morning than in the afternoon.  Alexandra lay with her back to the sun and her feet flipped up, the slight flare to her jeans catching on the wind.  Before her was a necklace and the warm, vaguely damp grass.  She played the necklace over in her …

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