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…
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.
Beasley’s Machines by Nathaniel Johnson
Raymond Eliot Beasley – his wife Ellen always summoned the full name – was up in the attic playing worn records in his dust-webbed playroom.
Old Bells, Young Mountains by Eric Bosse
She felt a little drunk from the constant motion of sleeping in the car, but when he asked her to drive she slapped her cheeks and adjusted the rearview mirror.
Sex and Candy by Hairee Lee
A friend of mine hasn’t had sex in over three years.
My Soul by Rumjhum Biswas
My Soul by Rumjhum Biswas My soul is going to walk out on me one of these days. I’m sure of it. That damn soul is going to walk out of me, and go some place else. It’s going to shrug me off the way we shrug off our rain coats, overcoats and Ulster coats….
Noblesse by Mary E. Wilkins Freeman
Noblesse by Mary E. Wilkins Freeman MARGARET LEE encountered in her late middle age the rather singular strait of being entirely alone in the world. She was unmarried, and as far as relatives were concerned, she had none except those connected with her by ties not of blood, but by marriage. Margaret had not married…
The Ferry of Unfulfilment by O.Henry
The Ferry of Unfulfilment by O.Henry At the street corner, as solid as granite in the “rush-hour” tide of humanity, stood the Man from Nome. The Arctic winds and sun had stained him berry-brown. His eye still held the azure glint of the glaciers. He was as alert as a fox, as tough as a…
The Treasure in the Forest by W. G. Wells
The canoe was now approaching the land. The bay opened out, and a gap in the white surf of the reef marked where the little river ran out to the sea; the thicker and deeper green of the virgin forest showed its course down the distant hill slope. The forest here came close to the…
The Sister-Years by Nathanial Hawthorn
The Sister-Years by Nathanial Hawthorn Last night, between eleven and twelve o’clock, when the Old Year was leaving her final footprints on the borders of Time’s empire, she found herself in possession of a few spare moments, and sat down?of all places in the world?on the steps of our new city-hall. The wintry moonlight showed…
Miss Brill by Katherine Mansfield
Miss Brill by Katherine Mansfield Although it was so brilliantly fine?the blue sky powdered with gold and great spots of light like white wine splashed over the Jardins Publiques?Miss Brill was glad that she had decided on her fur. The air was motionless, but when you opened your mouth there was just a faint chill,…
The Country of the Blind by H. B. Wells
Three hundred miles and more from Chimborazo, one hundred from the snows of Cotopaxi, in the wildest wastes of Ecuador’s Andes, there lies that mysterious mountain valley, cut off from the world of men, the Country of the Blind. Long years ago that valley lay so far open to the world that men might come…
The Last Leaf by O’Henry
The Last Leaf by O’Henry In a little district west of Washington Square the streets have run crazy and broken themselves into small strips called “places.” These “places” make strange angles and curves. One street crosses itself a time or two. An artist once discovered a valuable possibility in this street. Suppose a collector with…
The Oval Portrait by Edgar Allan Poe
The Oval Portrait by Edgar Allan Poe THE chateau into which my valet had ventured to make forcible entrance, rather than permit me, in my desperately wounded condition, to pass a night in the open air, was one of those piles of commingled gloom and grandeur which have so long frowned among the Appennines, not…
A Painful Case by James Joyce
A Painful Case by James Joyce MR. JAMES DUFFY lived in Chapelizod because he wished to live as far as possible from the city of which he was a citizen and because he found all the other suburbs of Dublin mean, modern and pretentious. He lived in an old sombre house and from his windows…
The Adventure of The Noble Bachelor by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
by Sidney Paget The Adventure of The Noble Bachelor by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle The Lord St. Simon marriage, and its curious termination, have long ceased to be a subject of interest in those exalted circles in which the unfortunate bridegroom moves. Fresh scandals have eclipsed it, and their more piquant details have drawn the…