12   580 readings 5 min
Mamma always had a love for other people's possessions.
One of my earliest memories is walking to the park, my hand firmly tucked into hers. I was an impulsive child, and likely would have darted ... [+]

12   1802 readings 3 min
My new neighbor was a hoarder. She hoarded everything. Crystals, pink bakery boxes—she even took in children. Each one was flawed: too restless, not bright enough, a daisy-shaped head. The sound ... [+]

13   1035 readings 5 min
Ain’t no such word as “slomp” Jessey had scolded me just yesterday. But a crawdad pokin’ outta the deep mud ditch alongside the river always made kind of a slomp sound to my ears. That’s ... [+]

Winner - Jury Selection
Set Stories Free 2018
5   754 readings 1 min
He had a diploma. He had ideas. He had time on his hands. He started a blog.

He had the knack. He followed the conversations. He enjoyed the process. He wrote strong entries with weak ... [+]

17   1211 readings 3 min
“Her moodiness...” my mother says in a loud whisper to Aunt Arlene. “It’s those teenage hormones.”
I glare at the back of her head. She’d be moody too if she were ... [+]

477   4737 readings 3 min
For a long time, I went to bed early, always reluctantly, grumbling, cursing, and dragging my feet. The time to go to bed was suffering, a break from life, a phase that nothing or no one would ever ... [+]

295   2870 readings 1 min
My father used to say that butterflies only land on the prettiest flowers. And on people who possess a beautiful soul.
When I was a child, butterflies often used to land on me. And that made me ... [+]

Winner - Jury Selection
Grand Prix Eté 2016