Surgeries by Amanda Leduc Help!? I am trapped inside a fortune cookie! We laughed, because we thought it was funny.? Help.? I?m trapped inside a cookie.? How amusing.? How droll.? You tucked the fortune in your pocket (the back pocket, with the butterfly, the jeans that I loved) and left the cookie.? You were on…
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.
Found & Lost by Jarret Liotta
Found & Lost ?by Jarret Liotta The big man stood in my doorway effortlessly holding Buddy?poor Buddy, slumped and lifeless, patched with blood. ?Oh ? no,? I whispered. ?I?m very sorry,? he said. ?You must be very sad.? His voice was low. His soft blue eyes sought to feel my pain, searched my reaction…
The Birthday List by Scott Carpenter
The Birthday List by Scott Carpenter I could use some new socks. You know the kind. And maybe a pair of gloves. I wouldn’t mind a copy of that CD I told you about, the name of which I can’t recall. Perhaps a novel or two, but only if they’re actually worth reading. That’s…
What Was Born by Michelle Soucy
What Was Born by Michelle Soucy She couldn?t decide what she hated the most about her husband.? He lay next to her, breathing.? She hated his breath. Too loud, forced.? Who breathed like that?? Was he doing it on purpose?? She shifted her leg to take some pressure off of her aching lower back,…
A Friend Indeed by Sue Buckwell
A Friend Indeed by Sue Buckwell As brand new elementary school teachers, Faith and I bonded when we discovered, in mid-September, that we hated children and agreed that if we ever again encountered our respective high school guidance counselors, we would do them serious bodily injury for suggesting that we might be well suited to…
Holy Water by Keith Hoerner
Holy Water ?by Keith Hoerner I stand at the kitchen sink washing the one thing I took from home after you died: The Madonna and Child statue I meditated on kneeling before you ? being beaten, traumatized, loving you, year after year. I wash it gently, remembering the time you unknowingly soaked a statue of…
Frailty by Matt Bender
Frailty by Matt Bender The frailty in man is thinking that you can give your heart, your hard-earned life, to a woman and she will know how to take care of it. You were a victim of this, too, friend, when your woman left and you went home to hang yourself. When you told me…
A Chorus of Shaving by Michael Honda
? ?A Chorus of Shaving ?by Michael Honda The steam rises up against the walled mirror. My three day beard, but a patch of color reflected off my foggy self. I enjoy staring this way. It helps to blur your imperfections?if only for a bit. I illuminate the red button of my portable radio….
Too Late for Lunch by Benjamin Eggleton
? Too Late for Lunch by Benjamin Eggleton I threw a weekend lunch party and invited the people we should have been. He was older than me, a little more hair on top, and he had already finished his masters. She was just as stunning as you are, and I don?t remember her not smiling….
The Lesson by Lynn Wynen-Chamberlain
She was standing there, her head thrown back in abandonment, her eyes at half mast enjoying the moment.
The Girl Who Had Everything Places an Ad By Deborah Nedelman
? The Girl Who Had Everything Places an Ad By Deborah Nedelman Chauncey School for Girls Alumnae listserve For Sale: couture wedding gown size 4 Light ivory silk with a high neck ruffled collar with hand appliquéd beadwork. 42 covered buttons down the back, lace embellishments. Hemline carries a 5”flounce and short train. Original cost:…
First Snow by George Eyre Masters
On December 7, the first snow came to the Port. With no wind, the white lace fell like a wedding veil.
20/20 Vision by Kristen Melillo
Annika knew she had made a serious mistake the moment her optician peeled off the bandages.
Bee Cloud by Rebecca Loudon
Bee Cloud by Rebecca Loudon My sister Bink turned twenty-six two weeks ago. It wasn’t easy to pry her out of her room for her party and cake and the present Dad bought at Big!Lots. The truth is Bink hadn’t been out of her room for at least three years. She agreed to a bath…
The Funeral by Neha Puntambekar
The Funeral by Neha Puntambekar The soft scent of lavender wafts out the open cupboard; it crawls under the bed, into the robin-blue Wedgewood vase on the bookshelf, and clings to the blue-white Ikat print of the curtains. Usually Meera finds it soothing, but today, as she stands against the carved door with a hand…