April 12, 2025
Combine the ground beef with the soup.
Use the bowl – the one she got from her grandmother.
Cut up the onion. Don’t worry. You have no tears left.
April 6, 2025
Remember our family’s rusty, old sickle we played with as kids? I sold it today for a whopping 100 pounds! I think this qualifies as my best con ever.
April 3, 2025
At her interview, encouraged by Henry’s heart-stopping smile, Clarissa had lied about her experience. With no idea where to begin, she tousled her pink hair as data surged down the screen. “That’s a mess of numbers, sweetheart.”
March 31, 2025
Commitment used to mean something in America. A promise was a promise. Where I come from you don’t renege on a deal and cast someone aside the minute something better comes along.
March 30, 2025
Mrs. and Mr. Goode were dentists and rarely home. They’d try to compensate the kids by giving them everything they asked for. That is how the kids got a cat. Being spoiled as they were, the children expected the cat to obey their every word and when their parents were around, the two little angels were nothing but good…
March 28, 2025
Mesu Andrews’ 2022 release, Potiphar’s Wife, takes the reader back to ancient Egypt with the Biblical story of Joseph and Potiphar’s Wife. We meet Potiphar’s wife […]
March 23, 2025
Maureen regarded this with mixed feelings. She thought she ought to want to see her oldest friend, May, but things…had changed.
March 21, 2025
As much as I love fantasy, and I do adore it, Science Fiction (SF) holds a special place in my heart no other genre can replace. Look up to the stars or to the center of the Earth, far into the future or a few years hence: in milieus distant and near at hand SF lives and transforms lives, written into almost-reality by more authors than one article can attempt to name.
March 12, 2025
She always ignored these intrusions, but in the most recent dream she looked up and snapped, “Go away!”
March 7, 2025
It was just another day, just another plank – neither harder nor easier to lift than most, the nail heads groaning as they were left behind like tiny square-headed sentinels.
So, seeing a cylinder in red Morocco leather on the dry earth lying as simply as if this day was entirely foreseen, Yannis was unable to move, heart racing, confused by this intrusion into the normal pattern of his days.
March 6, 2025
The peacock was now an intermittent visitor to the garden at Sakoonat-e-Siddiqui, just as Sumaira’s cheerfulness had become more and more an occasional companion. She couldn’t help drawing a comparison between the bird seeking out her garden and her wellbeing seeking the outdoors.
March 2, 2025
“And the emptiness of the casket, Little Father, is the great revelation of Apostolis, the hevel of your favourite writer Ecclesiastes, that all our desires and ambitions are ‘mere breath’, and—” He paused to suck in air, “and that even our desire for wisdom is ‘chasing the wind’. Please bring Fotis more water.”