A Moving Song
/…was humming. A moving song. Never heard her sing. I lay on my bed listening, wondering what trouble kept her awake this late night, singing to…
By Benjamin Nambu
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…was humming. A moving song. Never heard her sing. I lay on my bed listening, wondering what trouble kept her awake this late night, singing to…
By Benjamin Nambu
Read More…made the rush-hour commute home from work on Monday evening, with one thing on his mind. He wasn’t stressing about what was shaping up to be another busy week at the…
By Chris Platt
Read More…out at the stars displayed on the screen. The journey to the moon would take three days. In just over a day and a half they would reach their destination. The take-off had gone just as planned. Ray and the three astronauts had been training for months for…
By Chris Platt
Read More…sun’s hue dimmed from a bright yellow to a deeper gold as it sank below the horizon. I fit Nancy’s luggage in my trunk. I cupped my hands, blew warmth into my fingers, and closed the…
By Andy Cooper
Read More…on a novel for months. They had created a vibrant world and interesting characters, but for some reason, they just couldn't seem to get the story to move forward. Every time…
By Irene Smith
Read More…drumming my fingers along the desk. As I gazed out the window, I laughed as a lady missed the warning sign and lost her footing on the ice over fresh snow. She kicked air…
By Andy Cooper
Read MoreWhen Momma Gets Writer's…
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…darken clouds hovered overhead, acting confused and going nowhere, watching Paulie pondering…
By Marc OBrien
Read More…cheered and whooped with the rest of the home fans as the final whistle went in the rugby game. His beloved Devil-Sharks had trounced their local rivals, Leigh Lions 14-10. Friday night rugby…
By Chris Platt
Read Moreany thought was given…
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…exploded on impact inside the hoodie. Gabe was pleased. Another thug sent to Hell. Another bastard that won't be raising Hell in the Hood no more. Too bad…
By K. L. Shipley
Read More…day happens. Night darkness descends”. He thought as his breath whistled through his teeth upon released. Sitting on his rocky outcrop in front of his cave again he was…
By Jennifer Forrest
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