I cradled her beautiful face in my hands. Her big blue eyes looked up at me and her smile shined radiantlywith the glowing light bouncing off her white teeth.
Author: Every Writer
Richard Edwards has a BFA in Creative Writing and Journalism from Bowling Green State University and an M.S. in Education from the University of Akron. Managing editor of Drunk Duck, poetry editor for Prairie Margins, reporter for Miscellany, Akron Journal, Lorain Journal, and The BG News. He has also worked as a professional writer and editor in the medical publishing industry for several years. For the last 15 years Richard has also taught literature and writing at the secondary and post-secondary levels. He works much of the time with at-risk students.
What They Knew by Eric Dreyer Smith
Mrs. Petersen knew what they were doing up the road. Mr. Baum had a good idea, too. He was the town baker and although he worked a lot he still heard the rumors.
Frozen Treats in the Dead of Night by Rachel McGirt
Richard woke to the sound of the screen door slamming. Confused, he turned to check the clock. 3:17 am it blinked at him, before going dark. A knot of anxiety cramped his stomach. He knew something was wrong.
My Dinner with Mighty Mouse by David Lohrey
David Lohrey grew up in Memphis. He graduated from U.C., Berkeley. His plays have appeared in the UK, Switzerland, Croatia and, most recently, in Estonia. They are available online at Proplay (CA).
Slide by Eli Cranor
PTSD, flashbacks, whatever – it ain’t what you think. I don’t see the boys I shot head’s dripping off sideways like JFK. I don’t see Mitch “Sorcerer” Rodriguez telling me about the Tao Te Ching then pulling his final act of wizardry
Snapchat by Sean Butler
It was dusk and Cuervo paced around the apartment, the sound of his nails clicking across the floor marking time with the ticking of the clock on the mantelpiece.
The Dress by Bruce Levine
The Dress by Bruce Levine Claudine Bucknell set up her easel in what would have been the shadow of the north-west leg of the Washington Square Arch if there could have been a shadow at noon on the north side of the Arch. It was a beautiful Sunday in June with the temperature just right…
One Scoop Too Many By Josh Senecal
The decrepit vehicle creeped along the side road, it’s hypnotic tinny tune warped “Turkey in the Straw” into an echoed mess across the wooded landscape.
Paying the Night Differential by Paul Weidknecht
The East River’s dark surface rippled in blurry color from the reflections of the anonymous apartment towers and the light-crowned Chrysler Building straight ahead, its spire bright under the chilly spring night
The Intruder by Brad Yaskowitz
I’m standing in the desolate lunar surface. Before me is the planet Earth, behind me is the blackness of space. In the silence, in the cold, I’m reminded of growing up in Montrose, Colorado.
Witch Dream by Jack Daykin
I’m posting this here, asking for your help. This is true. I had my friend Josh sleep over at my house. We are both in high school, and honestly, his life sucks so bad it’s just easier to have him stay at my place.
Social Petworking by Alex Flippin
Such an innocent word, “tonight.” And coming from a dog. Well, at least from a dog’s Twitter account.
The Body Farm By Chelsey Zhu
Daniel believed he had found the perfect girl. She was bright and enthusiastic, and most importantly not squeamish about his work.
Soup by Michelle Reynolds
Around 12:16 pm, Jimmy pressed his greasy fat fingers against the glass barrier, leaving a smear in their wake as he pointed at the steaming mess of food that laid on the other side.
House of Sleep by Tyler Johnson
It was six days before Thanksgiving when Jamie’s mother died, and he spent the holiday watching the Packers trounce the Lions in his grandfather’s beer-smelling easy chair.