“Why here?” Chloe asked doubtfully. “Why your Granddad’s shed?
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.
Every Writer The Magazine
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Everything flows by Sozou-Kyrkou Konstantina
Sozou-Kyrkou Konstantina is a Greek writer living in Athens but writing in English. She has studied Literature and holds an MA in Creative Writing from Lancaster University
Animal Picnic by Marijke Hillmann
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 are honored to have her work on our site
La Llorona y Luna by Tammy Boehm
A phantom moon crested against the billowed clouds riding the wake of the storm’s ebbing rage. I crouched, shivering as the moon shed light but no warmth in my temporary shelter
The White Pumpkin by Grey Harlowe
“It’s October 30th,” warned Connor McCann. “Don’t go out alone tonight.”
To hope is to die by Anoosha Laiani
It was the nameless hour between evening and night. Darkness was threatening to descend upon the frenzied market. Everyone walked with a purpose
In a builder’s notebook by William Bain
The finishings on the vertical planes of the hotel’s interior. An inexpensive or moderately priced paint has been used here in the corridor, a light beige. Its smooth appearance
Stoffel by Marijke Hillman
He is a gentle, erudite septuagenarian whose ideas of casual attire means removing his jacket and tie on a hot and humid summer day. He spends the day of the move from a smallholding to a secured housing complex
Moving On by Denis Bell
“Picked her up last week at Lincoln Mall. She’s hot, man!”
A second chance By Carla J Dow
Blood. Sticky, shiny, wet. Brazen red. I blink and the desperation rises in my chest. I cannot clear the bold scarlet puddle from my eyes, it proceeds like a relentless festering floodwater.
Jennifer by Raymond Cothern
Jennifer by Raymond Cothern She comes limping across the yard, the alternating and uneven areas of grass and gravel, favoring her stiff knees, twisting her left hip slightly to swing her leg out in front to avoid bending it, every step visible at the corners of her eyes, wrinkles appearing suddenly, smoothing out quickly, each…
The Confrontation by Ken Aclin
I hated the place. It smelled of urine and old people but, when I heard he was there, I knew it was probably my last chance to face the bastard before his mind was totally gone. He was in his room with his family.
After He Cheated by Angela Carlton
At first she felt free, after her husband cheated. Oddly, Vivian found herself walking through a local park in the July heat without a bra on. She simply didn’t give a damn about attire now with her stringy hair and puffy eyes. Above her in the branches of a thick oak tree, she spotted a vibrant red cardinal.
Gypsy Jazz by Suparnaa Sinha Dutta
Gypsy Jazz Suparnaa Sinha Dutta It seemed that even the sun was in a not very conducive mood and had decided to depart early than is usually expected at the end of the February in Calcutta. The green branches slowly acquired a deeper tinge and the water of the lake became darkish as the sky…