Short Fiction

Holiday Fling

Nancy Coulter

I was licking salt from the rim of my glass when Asli told me that elderly pelicans are often blind. She claimed that the force generated from smacking the water during a dive (and the fact that... [+]


Children's

A Notable King

Robin Blasberg

Long ago, on the highest hill looming over the lushest land that any ruler had ever ruled, a mighty castle stood watch over its idyllic setting. Inside the fortified dwelling, King Tell sat hovering... [+]


Short Fiction

God is Greater

AJ Rocca

p style="margin: 0in; margin-bottom: .0001pt;">“In their search for ‘devil’s gold,’ as they call it, about 300 miners make a daily climb two miles up the mountain, then head downward more... [+]


Short Fiction

Always

Daniel Wallace

They went out for a coffee and then the next night went out for dinner and the next they didn’t go anywhere but to her apartment where they had a massively wonderful night in bed. The sex was... [+]


Short Fiction

Chaim's Golem

Avra Margariti

I got the idea from one of your old stories. Building golems out of river mud and whatnot. Except I didn’t want a golem. I just wanted you back by my side.
Peddling clayware in the sweltering... [+]


Short Fiction

Vitis Californica

Simone Martel

Emma pads through the living room, over the thick, ivory carpet, and settles on the chaise longue with her wineglass. As she tastes the cold white wine, her gaze falls to the fields on the valley... [+]


Children's

The Cat Who Purred

Susan Lendroth

In a small cottage in a deep valley, an old woman lived with her goats and sheep, chickens and dog, a sway-backed horse and one ginger cat.
Each morning, she collected eggs while the dog led... [+]


Short Fiction

Long Shadows

J. Anthony Hartley

I sat staring deep into the flames, listening to voices stirring the wind around me. Soft footfalls pressed through the grass stalks, rustling gently. Though I couldn't see them, I knew they were... [+]


Short Fiction

Eggs

Andrew Stancek

Aunt Mila was the one collecting the eggs every morning but the chore is now mine. We have an extra daily egg since she has flown off and Grandma uses them to bake a cake every other day. Grandpa... [+]


Children's

Snoot's Snouts

Ann Garrett

Snoot the Pooch was sad one day.
“I wonder why I look this way.
My nose is doggone commonplace.
It’s just so boring on my face."
“I’d feel better, I suppose,
if I could have a... [+]