Welcome to SHARE!

SHARE is an online literary journal that publishes fiction, non-fiction, essays, poetry and visual artwork, and features a new artist each month. SHARE is a space for everyone. Whether a writer, contributor, or someone who loves to read, SHARE is a place to come and create meaningful connections, build relationships and contribute something of substance…

Holiday in Cambodia, by Kendra Nuttall

I like planning.  When I was 11 years old, I decided to get an English degree. When I was 14, I made a plan to graduate college before the age of 21. I listed potential schools to attend and which courses to take, ending up with complete plans for at least four different schools. I…

A Label, by Jocelyn Saunders

I hate being alone. Well I guess            that’s not entirely true. It’s not like I constantly need attention                         or even like hanging out with people. It’s being alone with nothing to do                                                               to distract, being alone as in sitting in bed                               when everything’s dark                                         breathing heavily as you think of…

Twenty-four, by Molly Fennig

The Forever 21 photoshoot would’ve been bad enough without Brittany there, lips permanently pouted, coated in So Hot Pink gloss. I’d known her for years. Through Gerber baby commercials, toddler pageants, Seventeen magazine shoots, Miss Junior Illinois, and now a shared contract with Chicago Models. Still, it was hard for me to be around her…

3 Poems, by Tanner Howard

I Remember the Night Peaceful(For my Aunt, that she finds peace). I remember the night peaceful before it broke,before the constellations cracked and splitin empty, white-blue shards, fogged up with stars,and the dark dripped in through the runny seams. When You slipped away, left us with nothingbut a phone call. And my uncle made thatat…

Mom, by Nina Eddinger

Mom always smelled like that sticky brown stuff that caked on the bottom of her pink purse. Sometimes, when she would lean in so close that her hair would brush across my cheeks, I could smell the stuff in the little bottle she sprayed on herself. That smelled like flowers. She didn’t usually hug me….

3 Poems, by Rc deWinter

being feet swathed inseaweed    sitting at the edge ofthe sea   Ishiver in the cold Aprilwind   gazing at stars they mock me a singer withouta song   adancer withno partner a soldierwithout a weapon but the seasings for me   the wavesconstruct afortress roundmy feet   and in this safe placeI have no need of a weapon the candle…

Fear and Joy, by David Speer

Fear is the only emotion I remember feeling as I sat outside the operating room in our hospital’s labor and delivery area. Fear of not knowing what was happening around me. In nine months of pregnancy, my wife and I had never anticipated a Cesarean, and we were certainly unprepared for what was to come….

In Pursuit of the Sun, by Liza Bencheikh

I took a train across the US, from upstate New York to the southern coast of California. I’d like to say that there was some great metaphorical reason for embarking on that 3,000-mile journey, but there was none. It was not an allegorical journey, but rather one that reflected nothing more than the raw spirit…

The Gallery of J. Ray Paradiso

Painted & Photographed by J. Ray Paradiso A confessed outsider, Chicago’s J. Ray Paradiso is an award-winning artist who holds graduate degrees in both Business Administration and Philosophy. A recovering academic, Paradiso is an experiMENTAL writer, painter and street photographer. Inspired by American street photojournalists, Garry Winogrand and Vivian Maier, Paradiso’s paintings and photographs have been shown in theatres…

Persevere, by Ariana Aboulafia

Ariana is no stranger to doctors. Like many others, Ariana was born with an immune deficiency, making her susceptible to illnesses such as whooping cough, scarlet fever, and so on. From a young age, she spent more time than a child should sitting upon the crinkling white paper of a doctor’s examination table, cold with…

Coming Through, by Michael Lemieux

I was twenty-nine-years-old when I had my first panic attack. It was October of 2012, two months before my thirtieth birthday. At that time, I was living with my girlfriend, Anna. Hurricane Sandy was coming. It was all over the news, but no matter how many precautions I took, I was unprepared for what was…

Jordan Had Enough, by Lilly Donalds

It was Jordan’s first day of her second semester at SUNY New Paltz when she first noticed Greg. She was in the dining hall waiting on the food line with her roommate when he caught her attention. He was standing by the dishwashing station adjacent to her on the other side of the room. Jordan…