In honor of National Novel Writing Month
He stood in the waiting hall of the station, searching the crowd for a seat, the Chinese squatting among their baggage and eyeing him like…
Quincy Carroll, for his story “Up to the Mountains and Down to the Countryside,” about an American teacher trying to find his way from a…
An excerpt from a 2012 NaNoWriMo Novel, "Of Gray Steel & Broken Concrete"
She found me in the park at five am, hopped up on five dollar…
The large Boeing 747 was making it’s final touchdown on the “glance-in-the-ocean” airport strip at SFO international airport.
Through the musty hole, there had been a curious scent that twisted and winded across the chewed up tunnels.
Did you ever play the ‘Assassins’ game in college?
The sky above New Jersey is the color of Vaseline.
Sometimes I wonder if blood truly counts. Just because you share the same blood as another does not mean you love that person anymore than…
What would you do if you had access to a virtually unlimited wealth and to all the greatest technology?
Winter, 2011. The clock in the kitchen displayed 19:05.
To Mrs. Windsor:
You have never met me and, if this correspondence goes the way that it always does, you probably never will.
The cube room dangles a single bulb by a string.
It's lit by magic, glistering a fire's glow, and casting a shadow on the wall.
I await the human’s departure with a giddy exuberance I've not felt in at least 2 hours.
Year: 2,327 A.D. Tag woke up from the same dream he’d had for the last month.
Brennan Brennan clicked the lock on his bike and took the first steps into the chapter called High School.
The coin was thick, copper, and inscribed with a number on one side and a crown on the other.
The sidewalks churned with early morning errand-runners trying to stay ahead of the pedestrian rush-hour.
I get no money and I get no love. In fact, I get the dregs of love.
- by Robert Oschler
(Somewhere in a lab in Washington State..)
Late Friday afternoon, we finally close the house sale, a long distance transaction complicated by emailed documents and Fedex’d deeds and…
I had a cavity, right up until the day before my appointment, I swear to God.
He handed me a bag of bullets and a worn leather holster saying, “They’re both necessary for the complete gun experience.”
The object of the game is not to kill people, but to eliminate, in order of significance and severity, the fashion mistakes made by each…
Clark, Wyoming. Summer 1956
“When will you pick us up, Daddy?”
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