Featured Writing

people walking through an airport

Arrivals and Departures

By Benjamin J. Chase Sometimes I spend an afternoonon those half-padded seatsfacing glass panelsin the arrivals section,as if at the movie theater,to watch the droves of peopleentering my life. It’s cheating, I know, a way to stealan expectant glancefrom a stranger who might mistake me,for an instant,as a friend. But…

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Short Story Posts

windows in a living room

Home

By Amory Cutting The deep winter months were weeping with their crystal sorrow and for a moment’s respite from toiling life I sought desperately to borrow a vision of blithe from the bright and boisterous television screen, I was now settling down in the living room and I breathed in…

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Tall grass with sun rising.

In the Tall Grasses

By Emily Graham It was after midnight when he came calling. The rattle of his knock on my metal screen door woke me. I was dressed lightly. Even at night, it had been sweltering in the little house. Randall Clem Casey was standing on my front porch, his hands thrust…

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Someone walking in a foggy woods.

Fallon’s Dragon

By Nina Dorman Dark wisps of hair escaped my braid as I tightened my grip on the thick, slippery vines that wound around the ancient tree. Black, slimy moss-covered its shadowy branches, a death sentence to anyone foolish enough to try and climb its treacherous limbs to break free from…

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baseball glove and baseball

Eternal Rest

By David Blome “Thomas, come here.” “What, Daddy?” “You’re gonna stay with Aunt Maureen and Uncle Frank for a little while. “Is Mommy sick again?” “Yes.” “How long am I staying this time?” “Just during the week until she gets better. I’ll pick you up on Friday. Now go get…

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Chair next to a window.

Sorting

By Thomas Weedman The last drag. You hold hot smoke in your lungs, flick the cigarette aside. It somersaults into the snowbank, and the butt-end comes up singed yellow, blurred as the sun in the marbled clouds. You exhale, trying for a halo of rings but suck at it. A…

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A drawn "lost cat" sign posted on a tree.

Out of the Box

by V.J. Hamilton Life would be so much easier if I were a cartoon character. My clothes would always look freshly pressed. Nice and flat, except for a squinchy line or two where I bend my knees and elbows. And my hair. It would stay the same, unless I’m electrocuted…

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An open math book with a pen and gridded paper.

Math Solutions

by Tammy Ayers A gunshot, followed immediately by screaming and arguing in the alley, woke Krystal up in the middle of the night. It wasn’t the first time this had happened, but her heart beat as hard as it did the first time she heard it. She sat up, clutching…

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Jeffrey and Arthur

by Derek Reimers It was dark and pouring. Jeffrey increased the speed of the wiper blades to keep up with the rain, but they continued to lose ground. In the passenger seat Jeffrey’s father, Arthur, his sweater dimly lit by the by the LED lights of the center console, sat…

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Four old baseballs in the grass.

Love in the Cheap Seats

by Ben Jackson “Love in the Cheap Seats” placed first in Southern New Hampshire University’s 2019 Fall Fiction Contest. On the last day of October, Al Fine sat with his wife in the shadow of the Budweiser sign. He had first purchased these tickets, high in the bleachers of Fenway…

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Clothes hanging in a dingy closet.

The Thing in My Closet

It’s like this every night. First, I open my closet to get my pajamas. I ignore the inhuman corpse hanging from the bar in between my shirts, despite the fact that its lipless mouth is opened far too wide in a silent scream of terror. It would be scary, if…

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