In Mexico there are always sounds to announce one thing or another. I especially like the knife sharpeners whistle…..
A long, low fluting whistle
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.
First Day By Ryan Diminick
I backed into the parking spot, making sure I had enough clearance on each side. The first attempt brought me too close to the black SUV on my right, so I decided to pull forward. Once I straightened out
Solitude by Samantha Lee
The artist was seated at the top of the cliff when I clambered over the edge.
“Did you find it on the way up?” he asked. “Fulfillment?”
Confession by Lorna Wood
The Agency hired me so if anything went wrong they could claim I was acting on my own hook. We’d only just opened up diplomatic relations with Dokpur, and things were still delicate.
“The Bargain” by Ian Hunter
From the comfort of his airline-assigned seat, Terry watched the storm raging outside his window. Terry hated to fly. Bumpy flights like these were the worst. Terry decided to get his mind off the turbulence the only way he knew how:
Deadly Decorating by Erin Landers
The Bogeyman by Grey Harlowe
It was going to be a long night, Kyle realized as he looked over the three paragraphs he had typed for his two page Spanish essay due the next morning. It was 8:35, which meant another hour of writing,
The Suitcase by Kat Pope
“Where are you going at this hour?” Fiona stood in the doorway, a hand at either side of the frame.
Percival thought about trying to explain, then shook his head. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Billy’s Room by Dana Schellings
“Good night, Billy. Sweet dreams.”
“Daddy, wait! Could you check for monsters under my bed?”
Seeing White Again by Brandon Swarrow
My wife and children went to Washington, D.C. for Halloween weekend. My legendary “to-do” list was anchored by the two words PAINT BASEMENT.
I was appreciating the tranquility whil
Save As Many As We Can by Michelle Chouinard
I had to save him. I couldn’t let him die.
With all the ‘zombies’ in pop culture, you’d think someone would have gotten it right.
Horror Contest: The Transient/Hayley by Alex Schillinger
Slow down Hayley says slow down, you’re speaking too fast. She says she better sit down so you find a place to sit so the room and the world will stop spinning. It just happens to be a bed, and she laughs
Horror Contest: Patchwork Wood by Bridget Spindler
They never spoke about what was at the top of the old oak stairs. No one spoke a word when a curious child wandered away from his parents and crept up those ancient oak stairs. They did not attempt to stop him.
The Premature Burial by Edgar Allan Poe
We don’t publish classic fiction as much as we used to, but we couldn’t resist rerunning this awesome Edgar Allan Poe story for the Halloween season.
Baby by Dolores Tay
This time, the two lines were unmistakable.
“It can’t be” I thought, “I have not missed a single day of the pill for the past three years”.
Yet there it was; two red snake eye slits staring right at me.