And the Editors’ Choice Is… “Of Waves and Men” by Tom Hadrava Congratulations to Tom! 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 15
Below you will find all stories that were submitted for this contest.
Mae
By Dante A Murray
Mae had a large X where her left breast once was, like someone had marked a pirates’ map indicating where gold was buried. When we made love Mae worried the X would disgust me. She told me so and we both cried. She bought snow globes when she learned of more bad news. When you shook her favorite snow globe—a…
Kids
By Christopher Dehon
Days after he stopped calling my name from outside the bathroom, and days before he’d started locking his door, playing the music loud so he couldn’t hear me, but before the money started going missing, I was singing with him in the car. He traced my hand with his finger, and looked closely at it…
Timebox
By Prospero Dae
Three. Two. One. Mary gets up, grabs Tom’s cup from the table, walks it to the counter, and dumps the coffee into the sink. “Sorry. You need to get to work.” “I wasn’t finished with that!” “It’s for your own good, honey. And I didn’t need a productivity guru to tell me that!” “Great! You’re a…
Putrefaction
By William Shaw
Killing the unicorn was easy. It was just a matter of getting its attention, provoking, ducking behind a tree as it charged. The trunk shuddered on impact: a cloud of splinters thrown into the air. A mass of screeching birds took flight above, their cries mixing with the shower of leaves. Circling the tree, I…
Showing Backbone
We always could tell when Petey and me was due a whupping: that danged creak of Pappy’s rocker carried mighty far. Them last few steps from the porch took an awful long time. We knew that we deserved it—just not for the reasons given. We weren’t stupid enough to fess up, of course. Nor complain, that’d just as likely increase…
Gun
By Bobby Warner
She looked about 16 standing beside the road in skimpy shorts and halter, with a large purse hanging off her shoulder. Just my type! He stopped the car. She ran and jumped in. “You going far? Like maybe to Topeka?” She shifted the purse over into the lap, holding it tightly. I’ll make her put…