Paper Cranes 1

The last text Marie ever sent was to her sister Donna. It read, “Jon’s leaving me for Laura from his office. Don’t know how I can go on without him. On my way over now.” Two and a half seconds after sending the text, Marie’s car was struck by […]



Pinpricked 1

“Deep within the Gardens, in a place where even the servants refuse to go, there lies a girl of the most extraordinary beauty. Flawless pale skin, lips red and plump, and eyes with all the colors of a sunset. In all our years searching the Garden Labyrinth, we have never found her, […]

Replaced 1

The memory of my parents is vague and blurry. I remember the way Mama smelled when she hugged me, straight out of the shower, her skin still damp beneath her thin nightgown. I remember Daddy shooting hoops with me in the driveway and telling me the other boys would […]



Chocolate Chip 1

From the moment the door opened, he knew it smelled like her. It always smelled like her, whiffs of comfort that filled his nose before he had the chance to inhale. The wafting aromas of nutmeg and vanilla smothered his senses and began to cloud his thoughts. Her familiar […]

Spring Writing Contest

Writing Contest Guidelines Open to writers of all kind to write a new story based on our contest theme, workshop it in our writing community, and submit it for publication with our partner The Write Practice. All writers who participate may be published if they choose. Maximum length: 1,000 words. Contest theme: Rock Bottom. That […]



Jeff Saves the World 3

I remember the beginning of the end of the world. It was a Saturday during November midterms, and Jeff still hadn’t done any of his work. I could see the papers sitting on his desk, scattered around and under his textbooks. At least a week’s backlog, maybe two. I’m not sure if […]

The Monk’s Ivory Cross

In a trance, he stared down the dark hole in the sink. For two years he had been in the mountains and he hated it. He grew up in a strict Roman Catholic family, but was never very religious himself. He held up the pretense of it, of course. […]



Meet Me Under the Clock at Waterloo

“When do you get to London? Can we meet? I’ll come down on the train.” Sarah smiled as she read Matt’s email. Eager and to the point. She appreciated a guy who played it straight. She’d sent him a note earlier that day, telling him she was taking a […]

Unspoken 1

Jeremiah’s lips were scarred with the words he never spoke, words that festered and oozed beyond the cracks of his silent mouth and dissolved into the humidity of the South Carolina air. Orphans poked at his tenuous frame with weapons they had engineered from fallen pines and grandfather oaks. They engaged him […]



I’ll Bury You In The Garden

I’ll bury you with the dog in the garden. “I could do it too,” George Henley thought to himself as he flicked the ash from his Turkish Royal. He could picture it now, as a dreary day just like the one last Thursday, and a crooked smile danced across […]

The Rarity of Love 2

I could not help but reminisce about our old times. Sitting at his bedside, I still pictured the young, handsome face I fell in love with so many years ago. It seemed like an eternity had passed, yet at the same time, it could’ve been yesterday. Everyone told me […]

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Alphabet Rain 1

Only children are allowed out during the rain. They can bring buckets or baskets, and wear gloves, even. But no adult may leave home, and if one steps off the porch, tries to catch a letter with a hand or mouth, then the whole family loses that year’s letters. […]


They were not hallucinations. Mara’s doctor had called them “visual distortions.” They made things seem to be other than what they were, but she knew the changes weren’t real, and if she took her medication tonight, it would all be okay by morning. Mara kept repeating this silent mantra, because now was […]


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Nostalgia 2

Inside The Beehive, it smelled like grilled cheese, strong black coffee, French onion soup and melted marshmallows dusted with cinnamon. What a strange mix, Alec thought. He let his eyes wander on the street to the cars that flew by, to the people that rushed past the bistro, relentlessly […]

The Sandman 3

His nails scraped against the glass, like the chill of winter shaking the tree twigs, as he peeked a pair of beady eyes above the windowsill of the orphanage. They were there, countless of them, lined in a row for the taking. A low cackle whispered through the night […]