7   395 readings 5 min
We are simple people. For us, fulfillment comes from hammering a piece of iron into a useful shape; from plowing the black soil for the new crop; from kneading the dough for the bread we all ... [+]

54   955 readings 1 min
It had been nearly fourteen years, but there you were on my morning commute. On your way to work like nothing had happened. Both of us on our ways to work as if nothing had happened.

You ... [+]

15   1060 readings 3 min
Our new house really felt like a home, with cockroaches and two pit bulls and a palm tree and a chain-link fence. On that first day, I heated up a can of kidney beans for breakfast and ate it ... [+]

Winner - Jury Selection
Short Fiction Contest 2019 - Short Story
5   551 readings 5 min
On his way out the door to a meeting with a client, the husband said, “We should have a baby,” and the wife, pointing to one of the windows that overlooked the driveway, said, “We already ... [+]

Winner - Jury Selection
Short Fiction Contest 2019 - Short Story
6   2121 readings 3 min
Light peeks through the stain glass window in front of our small crawl-space attic, creating rainbows on the walls in our living room. I stand at the front door overlooking the sunlit street that ... [+]

Winner - Jury Selection
PSU New beginnings
3   1548 readings 3 min
I stare at the sky and all of its colors and shades, lights and darks, reds and yellows within its deep blue. The sun elongates the shadows created by my body and my black ‘77 Trans-Am parked on... [+]

250   2284 readings 3 min
“The baseboards can always be painted over.”

The sentence played over and over again in Margaret’s head. The real estate agent had muttered it innocently under her breath, but it ... [+]

Winner - Jury Selection
Grand Prix Printemps 2017
177   2345 readings 3 min
7:23 a.m.

Since September, every 7:23 a.m. has been the same. First, the dull sound of an engine, then the headlights piercing the dark. The bus slows, then stops. The doors open in front... [+]

Winner - Jury Selection
Grand Prix Hiver 2016
173   2107 readings 3 min
There were two old men sitting on a bench. They looked as if they were waiting for a bus, but when the bus went past, they were still there.
The one on the left was holding a bunch of flowers. ... [+]

Winner - Jury Selection
Grand Prix Printemps 2015