And the Editors’ Choice Is… “Beginning and End” by Levi J. Mericle Congratulations to Levi! Secret Prize If you don’t know about our weekly book giveaway, now is a good time to know about it. I buy one lucky reader a book every single week…it’s pretty simple stuff. You just have to check your email……
Writing Contest - Issue 14
You Left Me
By Jeanne Davies
Your eyes hold a distant stare. I try to wake you, but you’ve become an empty room. Smoothing your ruffled down, I realise I’ll never again hear you whistle or sing; never witness your joy as you welcome the dawn or watch with you as the sun withdraws at sunset and heavenly bodies rise. A…
Creation
Sara frames her world on the canvas, her mind bristling. She can paint a planet with no life, swirling gas clouds circling the world for eternity. Sara considers a world of doubt, one she can’t interact with. Its inhabitants question their existence, unaware of the creator and her power to destroy them. Or she could…
Eco-Vampires
By Scott Merrow
Problem: Suppose global warming is real and in a few years all life on Earth will be wiped out. What will happen to all the vampires? They live forever, but their food supply (us) will be gone. It will become a world full of starving vampires. Solution: The vampires of today should become eco-vampires. Starting…
Mother Love
By Alyson Faye
Edward suspects his Mama is mad. Every afternoon they withdraw to the parlour overlooking the garden—Edward shoulder to shoulder with the pianoforte—as they jostle next to chairs arrayed for guests. No one presents calling cards at our door anymore. Papa has left for the City ‘on business.’ The servants, departed. Mama sits, gazing at my baby brother,…
Oh Jupiter
By Mike Haran
Robed, sweat-streaked, black laborers strain on thick hemp ropes attached to the ship. Timbers creak, sails rattle ineffectually. Upon the cliff, above a scattering of crumbling bricks, the tombstones of a once proud Nineveh. Chin resting on polished wood railing, Horatio stares at the submerged, forward-projecting prow, watching for rocks. His thoughts go to Rome.…
Girl
By Daniela Chamorro Mantica
When I was five, I asked my mom for a sister. My brother looked up from our dinosaur battle. “What for?” “Sister things.” He scoffed, attacked my brontosaurus. At seven, I asked again. “I have nobody to play with.” “Your cousins?” “Not every day.” At nine, I locked myself away, befriended Hermione, Matilda, brunettes with…