Submissions open for Issue 3, Volume 1: Unknown & Unseen. Submissions close Dec 31, 2022.
March 16, 2024
Published by Peter J. Barbour at March 16, 2024
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“I can tell the future and here’s what I learned,” I said with dramatic seriousness. “I will not need to ask anyone to homecoming because I’ll be taking you. Paul will be home with mono. You may not know but my pebbles know.”
March 14, 2024
Published by Peter J. Barbour at March 14, 2024
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My anticipation grew. I quickly practiced what I was going to say, hoping I wouldn’t forget my own name. The phone rattled again when someone picked it up. I prepared for Susan.
March 13, 2024
Published by Tandy Malinak at March 13, 2024
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Totality lasted less than 3 minutes — such a tiny fraction of time compared to the years I’d spent waiting, hoping, planning, and preparing. It overwhelmed the mind yet further rooted a desire for more at the same time.
March 12, 2024
Published by Mary Kennelly at March 12, 2024
She stopped to pluck the tender notes from every melody and cawed discordant words into my each attempt at poetry
March 11, 2024
Published by Peter J. Barbour at March 11, 2024
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I raced through the line taking food without much thought. Platter piled high, I breezed past the cashier and out into the dining room. Normally, we ate in a small room behind the main hall away from the co-eds, but I refused to miss this opportunity to dine with her.
March 9, 2024
Published by Peter J. Barbour at March 9, 2024
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I turned to Gator. “Over there.” Gator and Ellen leaned closer. They must not have heard me. I nodded in the direction of the middle of the dance floor. Gator scratched his chin. Ellen scrunched up her forehead and squinted, unsure of what I was trying to communicate. But she turned slowly following my gesture. We saw her standing there.
March 8, 2024
Published by Petrouchka Alexieva at March 8, 2024
It is a day of celebration
of what women achieved
and of their beautiful dreams.
March 6, 2024
Published by Rita Mock-Pike at March 6, 2024
Take the advice for protecting your voice during illness seriously. Use the suggestions as you perform with your instrument as if they were gospel. Welcome the sometimes-gross descriptions of your inner workings so you can better know how to use, protect, and save those vocal cords.
March 4, 2024
Published by Rita Mock-Pike at March 4, 2024
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By the name of the tea, I would have expected Pinky Up Red Velvet Cake Tea to contain cocoa or cocoa-like flavorings. Instead, as I opened the tin and smelled, I realized the product may well be misnamed. I double-checked the website and nope. It’s the correct label for the tea.
March 2, 2024
Published by Rita Mock-Pike at March 2, 2024
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This year, we thought we’d try a series of content for writers in visual format: writing prompts in images. Being a huge music nerd who’s reviving her love of performance, I thought I’d start with music story prompts. It may be a bit niche but you never know what these images could spark for your writing exercises or even those novels you’ve been puttering your way through. Enjoy!
February 28, 2024
Published by Susan Carberry at February 28, 2024
Memories of youth still eating at her psyche…
February 26, 2024
Published by Michael Fowler at February 26, 2024
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The social worker in the office asked me how long I’d been homeless. I told him for two or three days. That was how long it had taken me to feel destitute on the street and seek help. His next question: Any relation to the man of the same name already in residence at the shelter?
Can it be? I wondered.
February 22, 2024
February 21, 2024
Published by Melissa Juchniewicz at February 21, 2024
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He’d pretty much decided he was going to enlist, thinking the navy would be better than just getting drafted and sent to who knows where in Vietnam. Will knew how to act in a bar because he’d gone with his older brother John to St. Jean’s Social Club many times; he knew you just keep to yourself or shout “yeah right” in reply to a joke or to deflect an insult.
February 19, 2024
Published by Petrouchka Alexieva at February 19, 2024
Snowflakes
– winter’s love valentines –
not only for one day or one night,
but for the entire season.
February 18, 2024
Published by Tandy Malinak at February 18, 2024
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Story setting is more than just the physical stuff. It’s the mood and culture, period and genre, and many other things all wrapped into one. But it’s worth parsing out to find the sticky spots in your work that need more detail.
February 15, 2024
Published by Tandy Malinak at February 15, 2024
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The Black Swans of Harlem is as steeped in history as the dance of ballet itself, yet time and culture have kept much of its story buried.
February 13, 2024
Published by Renee Cronley at February 13, 2024
I swallowed anything my parents gave me as long as it tasted sweet. You do not see
how I’ve grown fierce
February 6, 2024
Published by Mary Kennelly at February 6, 2024
I’m more stone inside than flesh now, a danger to myself and you. You do not see
how I’ve grown fierce.
February 3, 2024
Published by Charlotte Amelia Poe at February 3, 2024
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I had these weird few days where I thought if I could make my room beautiful it might fix me, you know? Like, sure, I still wouldn’t be able to leave the house but maybe if I opened my curtains and let some light in, that would be practically the same thing, right? And now I am bathed in green from the window clings and the sun shining through, and I don’t feel better.