The huge sign says ‘Japanese Culture Day.’ An arrow points at an ugly building with square windows like blisters. They are greeted at the door by two smiling, bowing...
“Ooohh,” Marie moaned as she pushed open the entrance doors. She slowly bent over, grimacing simultaneously.
Slush—the streets and sidewalks were littered with slush. Slush marked the Christmas season in Pinhook the year I was eight. It seemed the sun had fallen over the horizon
Hey, Sarah. Just me, kiddo. I hope you’re okay, and I know you didn’t expect a call from me this evening. Just wanted to wish you a Merry Christmas
I was in third grade the year Christmas changed in our house. It wasn’t the first major change in my young life, but it was a memorable one nonetheless.
Annual test of stamina is the last two whirlwind weeks before Christmas, and I can get down to the tinsel-wrapped wire most years exhibiting only minuscule
Grace Andreacchi * is a novelist, poet and playwright. Works include the novels *Scarabocchio *and *Poetry and Fear*,* Music
Marijke writes a monthly story for us. She write our segment Stories in Africa, and her stories will some day become a novel. For now please enjoy them, we...
We are running a short story Christmas contest from now until December 1st. The stories will be published both on EWR: Short Stories and in Every Writer the Magazine....
Charlie, your mother, Teresa Geddes, lived with her father in a small woodland farm in Blankets, just on the outskirts of Oldmeldrum. You have a hazy recollection
The neighborhood boys used glue to coat their strings with powdered glass. They'd kitefight from the tops of buildings, jerking and swinging their arms and fists so
I found a store in Chinatown, full of exquisite pens. On one shelf I noticed a severed human finger. It was swollen, distended, obviously dead a while. I bought...
Lucy was an oddball and a loner. She only trusted one person her whole life, Sam.
“The dead, they’re like parasites. They wait ‘til you’re ill, ‘til you can’t defend yourself. Then they swarm in, like locusts after a bountiful crop. They attach themselves like...