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Writing Contest - Issue 20
Below you will find all stories that were submitted for this contest.
Problem Reptile
By Jim Byrnes
Jill’s pet dragon is kind of cute, but he has a really bad attitude and a decidedly unpleasant reptilian stink. He’s the size of a pug and has teeth like a shark. Jill loves the repulsive little creature, but I am too scared of those razor teeth. “Don’t be such a baby. He’s not going…
Salt Cure
By Roz Levens
After diagnosis, she refused the happy pills and answered the advertisement. “Weep into this dish, please.” The room was full of tiny jars of tears, twinkling with salt. Alice’s heart, aching with sadness, had financial value. The tears ran in rivulets down her cheeks, dripped off her chin. The technician smiled his approval as Alice…
Apathy
By Jennifer Nguyen
The man watches as splatters of rain slam onto his windshield. He blinks, glasses sitting tiredly on the bridge of his nose, and reaches a coat-covered arm to adjust the rear-view mirror. The flash of passing cars blinds him momentarily. Sniffing, he tugs on the steering wheel and glances at the bulky bag under the…
Samaritan
He flicked the OFF DUTY switch without looking, pulled onto the wet street. He tried not to think about the girl he had just dropped off. Her unpaid fare was still on the meter. He’d need to make it good with the company when he got back to the barn. When he’d picked her up…
Looking Down
“Look at ‘em all,” Paul said, pointing down off the balcony to the street below, empty bottle in his free hand. “Do you think they know we’re up here? Do they know how easy it would be for us to seriously mess their day up?” He let the bottle dangle over the edge, aiming. “Think…
Two Souls
By Daniel Ramalho
For twenty-one years she’d pleaded with God to take her husband, to no avail. Welts and scars cloaked in shame under sleeves and turtlenecks tallied the tears drunk by the bruised words in her Bible. Was it symbolic that she would stab him in the temple? She sheathed a knife in his brain, yet on…