And the Editors’ Choice Is… “The Meter” by Shannon McPherson Congratulations to Shannon for winning 6 Months of Kindle Unlimited ($60)! 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…
Writing Contest - Issue 9
Below you will find all stories that were submitted for this contest.
What Family Is For
By Kyle Partacz
Danny was in rehab. A drinker, smoker, god-knows-what-else-er, this was his third try. When Scott, Danny’s cousin, was ending the visit, he gave Danny a ball of red yarn. “Drop it out your window, and wait,” Scott said. Under the window, glancing quickly and pulling a six pack out of his jacket, Scott tied the…
Jack Be Nimble
By N.O.A. Rawle
“…Jack be quick, Jack become the candlestick!” Frank chanted his earworm. “Don’t!”Jenny wailed at Jack-o’ lantern’s grin. “It’s just a pumpkin.” Indignation flickered in Jack’s grimace. “Let’s Trick or Treat!” Frank hollered, bounding off through a whirl of leaves. Jack smiled on. Once the kids were tucked in, a breath of wind whipped Jack onto…
What May Come
By Mike Moriarty
Dark, sinister eyes bore down on the weary businessman kneeling by the lamp post. “Have you ever wondered what happens after you die?” the voice mused. No reply. “I certainly have. Here I’ve been at this for years, and I have no clue what comes next.” The man on his knees shuddered, with his head…
1965
In his hand a yellowing letter, dry to his touch. The moisture had gone from it. The life. Fifty years did that to things. He remembers their only date: an art exhibition. Her idea. In ignorance and enthusiasm, he declared it the work of a genius. She disagreed, and was right. In her letter she…
Game Over
By Tazmania Hayward
Should I tell them? I sit back in my chair, looking at both Mom and Dad as they sit there, staring at me wearing those fancy business suits. My birthday is tomorrow, and to me it feels as if they couldn’t have picked a better time to drop a divorce onto my lap. I hate…
Forgone Conclusion
By Derrick Fernie
The anxiety was beyond belief; he was almost drooling! He wiped his chin, trying to make sure no one saw his shameful actions. He wanted it more than life itself, and the excitement almost made him foul himself. He hurried down the dark street headed towards a certain future, one in which, in his tortured mind, he had some control. But sadly…