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Short Fiction

Gifts

McKenna Alder

The word of the moment: petrichor.

It is the smell of earth after rain. The word slides off your tongue like dewdrops from a leaf – a combination of the thick golden blood of gods and the ...  [+]
Short Fiction

Dear Daughter

Andrew Peterson

I saw the fairies. They were beautiful. Little streaks of gold and blue, shimmering and shining in the green forest behind Grandma's house. I like Grandma's house. It's really warm and cozy, and Mom ...  [+]
Short Fiction

Rims

Megan Gibson

Horn rimmed glasses walk in with a jingle of the bell at the door. They scan the room taking in the layered lights and the tiered tables. Jazz floats around the room.
The glasses fall on a small ...  [+]
Short Fiction

The Eyes in the Dark

Caroline Storm

When children play games, the games become much more than an activity to pass time or something just for fun, games become reality. When I was young, I had a very competitive spirit and a large ...  [+]
Short Fiction

You're Still Here

Ismar Franqui Segarra

Age 3 was the age you realized you had a friend. You saw him smile at you every day and told you of the great things you could do. You knew that nothing would be able to separate you and your friend ...  [+]