Every heart has a layer of sadness, whether deeply buried or covering the surface for all to see.

By Richelle E. Goodrich

...it was if another planet were calling. The call, embodied, issued in liquid syllables from the mouth of the Arab sailor who, on the prow of the

By Robert Edison Fulton Jr.

He reminded her of the way male lions look sad, as if their nobility is a terrible weight.

By Elizabeth Kostova