And the Editors’ Choice Is… “Our Father” by PJ McCann Congratulations to PJ. Featured Stories The following stories made the short list and have been put into our Featured Stories category. They are listed in no particular order. “Pennies” by Meghashri Dalvi “Stretch of Nowhere” by Parker J. Andrews “Call Waiting” by Ian Rennie “Our…
Writing Contest - Issue 25
Below you will find all stories that were submitted for this contest.
Inside Out
By Lesley Mace
Blinking like a mole, Emily escapes her desk. Outside she shivers in the English March wind and cuddles into her woolly scarf. She snuffs up the smell of rising green, feeling the push of spring bulbs new-green against cake-crumb earth: snowdrops and purple crocus, thrusting free, even through tarmac. Walking into town, spring sunlight flashes…
Play
By Will Remi
He paused and stared at the piano. “Music could be much more. Do more than create it,” his father once said. And now, the keys represented more: agility, poise, and hope. Jude was exultant as the sounds of Imela filled the room. He’d learnt by watching his father play. And, as he found out, this upright grand was his muse. Life…
The Wedding Dancer
“Tears make you look ridiculous.” She throws words at me like stones. “He left me!” I scream, sucking in salty droplets mixed with diluted smoky black mascara. “Listen, you took this job to meet Mr. Right, and that jerk ain’t him. What if The One walks in tonight? Do you really think he’s going to…
Funny Love
By Wayne Scheer
“What’s wrong?” she asks. “I can’t think of anything to write.” “Why don’t you write about what you love?” She smiles and runs her hand through my hair. “Good idea,” I say. “I’ll write about how Ben and Jerry have elevated the lowly pistachio nut.” She removes her hand from my head and tightens her…
Stretch of Nowhere
By Parker J. Andrews
He didn’t mean it, and neither did she. “I’m sorry,” he said. Jane sniffed, looking out as wheat fields passed in rows of dizzying symmetry. John looked ahead, both hands on the wheel and out of her reach. A strawberry field approached, and for a moment Jane wanted to ask John to pull over, but…
Missy
From the day I brought her home, I treated her wrong. This abandoned tabby, named Miss Kitty by previous owners, was renamed Missy; I refused to call her ‘Miss Kitty,’ even privately. I worked two jobs, often leaving Missy alone to keep herself company. When home, I sometimes forgot to give her fresh water. I…