6   1035 readings 3 min
One March afternoon in 1969 I was on the deck of a Chinese junk listening to the water clop against the wooden hull and enjoying a breeze that blew toward the South China Sea. The junk bobbed ... [+]

32   1214 readings 5 min
The doctors, explaining the consent form, referred to him as an allergen. That’s the only reason he could figure they prescribed Claritin. Well, technically they didn’t prescribe Claritin, ... [+]

Runner up - Jury Selection
Set Stories Free 2018
6   414 readings 5 min
It was the first time that I had ever hated the sound of my own name. “Tommy, you’re up,” the coach had yelled down from the entrance of the dugout. I was sitting on the end of the bench ... [+]

18   566 readings 5 min
Lying in the dark, he whispered their names. The same names he whispered every morning.

“Spencer, Mack, Jones, and Cox.”

Luke Murphy woke up before the alarm, not because he ... [+]

11   154 readings 5 min
Another small town day, and he was still invisible. Further down the strip mall alleyway access where they leaned against the building, there were other invisibles, hiding behind their shopping carts,... [+]

38   319 readings 5 min
The days couldn’t manage to become any more miserable or dour, could they? Drysalio Cervera sulked, swiping away the pile of expensive books that lay sprawled across his desk.
Books for ... [+]

3   114 readings 5 min
She listened while he spoke. His voice was like a fuzzy caterpillar and barely audible against the glow of the holiday lights, sparkling blue and green, white and gold. Tiny bulbs like fireflies in ... [+]

1   55 readings 5 min
They had been at the beach all morning, the three of them baking slowly, going into the water at different intervals and for different lengths of time. Their positions on the beach were similarly ... [+]

4   52 readings 5 min
The sculptor was working when he died. There was dust under the his fingernails and sweat on his brow. Lines were carved in his face, though they were less delicate than the ones his skillful hands ... [+]

0   45 readings 5 min
“Funny thing isn’t? Courage, I mean.”
A man in a dark suit leans forward in a wooden chair. A single light bulb dangles from a cord above his head that casts a faint glow around the small... [+]

1   31 readings 5 min
The wind and rain pummeled him from all sides like a pack of street punks eager to humble an old man, but the world-weary veteran was undaunted by the blinding storm. Reaching through the gale, his ... [+]

0   57 readings 5 min
He walked away from the casket, his heart heavy and his spirit weary. Did he do the right thing?

“She is happy now.” Someone said to him last night at the viewing.

Yes, he ... [+]

0   33 readings 5 min
Red mountains ring beneath the eternal blue sky. The echo of galloping hoofbeats drifts among them. The lonesome throatsong I hum is their only companion. The solitary sun hangs like a baubled incense... [+]

3   65 readings 5 min
Old woman dreaming -
Things always come to hush you,
but dance anyway.

You are having the dream again. It is the one you have been dreaming your whole life - that dream you long ... [+]

0   30 readings 5 min
It was 8 a.m. on an early St. Petersburg, Florida, morning. I always liked to get an early start on Saturdays. I grabbed my deck of Bicycle playing cards and a Beatles 8-track tape, “Sgt. ... [+]

2   55 readings 5 min
Waiting at a lover’s door for courage to alight, who would think to call me a coward? For me, it’s wisdom that keeps me at bay, a nature well-versed in courtship and circumstance. In my case I ... [+]

4   111 readings 5 min
The balmy evening sent warm air rushing through the open window of Garrett Roth’s F-150, joining with his fingers as they ran through his salt and pepper for the hundredth time since leaving the ... [+]