Last Words

By Jill Robinson You’re so beautiful: The last words he ever spoke to her, not that he knew who she was anymore.  As his memories slowly dispersed, like dandelion seeds in a soft summer breeze, his love for her remained.  The young child she brought to visit, snow white hair and deep blue eyes, almost familiar, a vision inContinue reading “Last Words”

Bluff

By Adele O’Grady Botticelli It was a matter of gravity. Once the bluff eroded, the grey shingled summer house, crowned with climbing New Dawn roses, would fall into the Atlantic Ocean. There was no question about it. The next nor’easter, the next winter winds pummeling the sandy shores of the little island, could tumble theContinue reading “Bluff”

Call Me Pretty

By Mary Maeve McGeorge TW: The following piece contains stalking and assault imagery that may be triggering. I shouldn’t have been walking alone.  It was my first night, and the promise of endless possibilities shone brightly on the tiny foreign town. Snow fell between the hazy glimmer of the twinkling lampposts, a stark difference betweenContinue reading “Call Me Pretty”

Quarantine Day 12

By Noeme Grace C Tabor-Farjani “What is home quarantine? This is the voluntary “home isolation” of individuals, without signs and symptoms, who came from COVID-affected countries for the past 14 days.”—Bureau of Quarantine, Philippine Department of Health beer, window seat / at dusk, open sea breeze,peach and purple sky, / the 80s playing by aContinue reading “Quarantine Day 12”

Family From Boise

2021 Short Story Writing Contest 1st Place Runner-Up By Elizabeth Glass I was at the kitchen table having cereal when my mom burst in, walking faster than she had in years, not using her walker or wearing her oxygen. She fell into the empty chair, wheezing, a thickness audible in her throat. I was determinedContinue reading “Family From Boise”

The Little Black Book

2021 Short Story Writing Contest 2nd Place Runner-Up By Lorrie Morales I saw it fall out of his pocket just as we were being shoved and pushed along the aisle of the sky-train. No one else seemed to notice, so I quickly reached down and grabbed the little black book before it was trampled byContinue reading “The Little Black Book”

tuesday morning

By Megan Cannella driving some backroad until it turns highwaydriving illinois until it turns iowa fishing an old antidepressantfrom the bottom of my bag sitting shotgun and heavy enough to trick the airbag sensors into thinking this purse is a life worth saving Learn more about Megan in her bio on the Featured Author page.