Short Fiction

To Let Go

Tabitha

Jake met Willow at the hood of the truck and laced their fingers together while Willow led the way into the long-term care section of the hospital. The sounds and smells assaulted them as soon as the ... [+]

Short Fiction

The Time Has Come

Laura Del

I stood in the hallway, not wanting to believe what was going on. This was the first time I’d been in a situation like this. How could this happen? I thought to myself, as nurses and doctors rush to ... [+]

Short Fiction

Realizing My Worth

Amber Mayling Ortiz

I was never what they called or described as "normal". Even as a child I was considered strange. Other kids would say I was a freak or nobody, while my teachers and family member said I had eyes that ... [+]

Short Fiction

The Woman in the Mirror

Katherine Goodsell M. Ed

The sound of her heels echoed as she hurried down the corridor. Jim was hosting The National Endowment for Cultural Arts’ annual fundraiser, so he was otherwise occupied for the moment and wouldn't ... [+]

Short Fiction

Tides of Courage

Erin S.

Seagulls’ cries overhead were drowned out in the slap of the ocean against the rocks. It was almost high tide, and I watched the waves swallow up the sand. From my perch on the edge of a cliff, the ... [+]

Short Fiction

Dear Future Me

Has

Dear future me,
August 30th 2017
It is officially the start of Junior year and forget any dreams you had of changing schools.After homeroom as I walked down the hall ... [+]

Short Fiction

A Spoonful of Sugar

Lita Rouser

“A spoonful of sugar over trouble gonna get you through, boy.” Bright lights, pull up the sheet. “Did you hear me?”
He’s talking so early. “Yeah. Yes. Thanks. Morning.” Inhale ... [+]

Children's

Percy The Owl Reindeer

Sarah Bentley

Christmas was drawing near and for Percy the owl, this was his favorite time. Every year during Christmas, he would fluff out his snowy wings, fly down to the city, and watch the twinkling display of ... [+]

Short Fiction

Weighty Matters

Carla Damron

Lindsay Watkins stood in line behind the usual covey of women who attended the noon Weighty Matters group. The woman in front of her removed a jacket, a scarf, her shoes, and a wristwatch as she ... [+]

Short Fiction

Baldy Me

Raythepoet

This weekend was the weekend that I was going to get his attention. I was ready and I had my friends with me for support just in case he walked right past me like I was an ant on the ground. See I've ... [+]

Short Fiction

Minnie's Shoes

Sherri Ashburner

Father Jim wants the old people at the pavilion, so I’m walking slow with each one until only Minnie is left waiting for me, sitting patiently on her bed.
Except that she’s not.
I ... [+]

Short Fiction

The Opossum’s Tale

PM Smith

There are 68.5 million displaced persons and 25.4 million refugees worldwide. To overcome losing everything takes courage...and a helping hand
He hung on tightly to Mother's thick fur. He could ... [+]

Short Fiction
Short Fiction

Prevailing Emotional Instability

Fredae

Jojo filed into the tiny plane, feeling like a worm jammed into a tackle-box. She had just completed an intense symposium on the importance of listening to clients and observing their non-verbal ques ... [+]

Short Fiction

The Dragon and the Peasant

Nhan Ngo

In the olden days when the Earth and its people were young, there was a peasant whose name was Hythes. The peasant had a wife and two children who were very young. They were very poor and rarely had ... [+]

Short Fiction

Dance with Me

Mike Antonietti

The music slowed, the lights dimmed, and I looked around to see all my classmates hold their dates closer. Jessica draped her arms around my shoulders, and I moved my hands cautiously to her hips ... [+]

Short Fiction

The Best Family in All of Mississippi

Rpena

Once a year, the Storment cousins gather at their uncles’ and fathers’ tombstones and they remember. They remember their family history, they remember their lives, and, most importantly, they ... [+]

Short Fiction

The Day Before

Elizabeth

The day before, I woke up. Everything was still. The only movement came from the dust particles, floating through the filtered sunlight. There was no rush, so I took time to stretch my tired limbs ... [+]