0 vote   63 readings 3 min

Being Created is Painful

Matthew Yoder, ago

Being created is painful. As I lay there, thinking my very first thoughts, trying to see through the red haze that was my vision, I felt rough hands grab me and set me into a square room, with thin ... [+]

0 vote   87 readings 3 min

The King's Shadow

Connor Burkhart, ago

There was a death, a fortnight ago. A noble with an army of paid mercenaries at his back, all gone in one night. Yet, no one heard the clashing of blades or the cries of combat. Some say it was a ... [+]

9 votes   128 readings 5 min

Steel Heart

Gabi Fernandes, ago

His heart is made of steel. I could touch it if I wish. But do I? 

As if he can read my thoughts, Talus turns under the sheets, his eyes sliding open. I try to look at his nose, but the ... [+]

2 votes   72 readings 3 min

It Started with Thunder

Steph Prizhitomsky, ago

It started with the thunder. The low grumble, as if from a ferocious animal, crept up on the castle, slowly and softly until it erupted with such vigor that it shook the teacups on their china ... [+]

0 vote   65 readings 1 min

Our Seasons

Matthew Bodek, ago

I’m continually amazed at the wonders of nature and in this part of the world the passing of the seasons is astounding.  The temperature, the amount of daylight, and the types of precipitation ... [+]

1 vote   64 readings 1 min

Fall Colors

Mojdeh Keykhah, ago

Sharp edge on red

Fly from a Japanese maple

Two jagged entries in the swirling pond of leaves

Line up twenty paces on the wind plank

Make the leap to the ground


1 vote   97 readings 1 min

The Bluebird

Amanda Clark, ago

She embarks upon a journey across the silent sea, no land in sight. Waves move subtly below her, sending ripples across a vast expanse of blue. She is one. One with the sky that rushes through her ... [+]

3 votes   92 readings 1 min

Wildfire!

Clara E. Berkey, ago

A squirrel scampered across my branches as I swayed in the breeze. Three eggs slept in their nest. A fox slunk by shrouded by bushes. It was November 16, 2018 and I stood there observing it all. It ... [+]

0 vote   84 readings 1 min

Winter in the Garden

Mary Frances McLaughlin, ago

When the last of the flowers succumb to the cold and my time in the garden comes to a sudden end, I rummage through the garage and resurrect an assortment of bird feeders, fill them, and set myself ... [+]

3 votes   84 readings 1 min

Bow Watch

Rebecca Silvey, ago

Excitement flows over me as I stand at the bow of the SSV Robert C. Seamans, the square-rigged research sailboat currently gliding through the dark ocean night. Salty air fills my nose and surrounds... [+]

3 votes   122 readings 5 min

The Green

Althea Mae Hutchinson, ago

She slows to a stop, her breaths ragged and sharp in a way that seems like it would hurt. She checks behind her, once, twice, before collapsing on the ground. Her eyes close for a moment, and then ... [+]