Posted by Laton Carter | Nov 19, 2020 | Fiction | 0 |
by Isabelle Correa | Nov 18, 2020 | Fiction | 0 |
Mae doesn’t understand how her mom can find sedative comfort in this junk food buffet of her deepest fears.
by Erica Verrillo | Nov 17, 2020 | Fiction | 0 |
She waited until his footsteps, echoing slightly in the silent house, approached the bedroom. She waited with murder in her heart.
by Peter Trivelas | Nov 16, 2020 | Fiction | 0 |
We didn’t get out much. Working class parents providing for the family. Saving a dollar here, quarter there.
by Siamak Vossoughi | Nov 15, 2020 | Fiction | 1 |
An orange grove was no place for secrets. If a man could not speak freely there, he was possibly lost in a deep and troubling way.
by Elizabeth Niarchos Neukirch | Nov 12, 2020 | Fiction | 1 |
In one of the ultrasound images she looked the perfect lady, sitting upright at high tea.
by Hannah Whiteoak | Nov 5, 2020 | Fiction | 1 |
Five more feathers appear overnight, a cluster around my left shoulder.
by Mary Camarillo | Nov 3, 2020 | Fiction | 0 |
She can’t remember where she was going or where she’s coming from.
by Jane Andrews | Oct 22, 2020 | Fiction | 3 |
Home, he decided, wasn’t a where, it was a who.
by Shannon Greenstein | Oct 20, 2020 | Fiction | 0 |
I had no experience with death, either. But I understood, even then, that life is a gift, and that a pall hangs over us all.
by Cody Shrum | Oct 15, 2020 | Fiction | 1 |
His face looks pixelated in the rain. He’s more worried than I am.
by Alyssa Jordan | Oct 8, 2020 | Fiction | 1 |
Curious yet practical, Morena valued her safety more than her thirst.
by Damhnait Monaghan | Oct 6, 2020 | Fiction | 7 |
I say what any mother would if she had this chance.