I’m very passionate about the exciting work I get to be a part of each day here at the cloning lab. Everything about it always seems new to me. Mans’ seemingly god-like ability to create life from little more than a strand of DNA and a few tiny cells has intrigued me for a very long time.
Stories
Teachers by Ian Bentwood
The bell went. Class started but only seven of the twelve expected students had arrived. No surprise. Suddenly, Jezebel teleported into her seat at the front.
Winner Bedtime by DanaSan
Congratulations to our Winner DanaSan. She has won our 2020 50 word horror contest! Please congratulate her in the comments below.
Dear Whoever You Are by Angela Carlton
For that is the question, isn’t it? I don’t know who you are anymore. Once, you were the guy, my carefree man with those sea-glass colored eyes and that laugh.
An Unlikely Heritage
I am sharing a story about by grandfather who was a violinist and as a young man lived in China. The story connects his love of music and the country of China to my daughter whom we adopted from China and now plays his violin.
Among the Cattails by Christopher Seiji Berardino
The searchlights from the guard towers were yet not lit, and in the blue of twilight, the garden looked like a tiny village. Bridges of desert wood crossed a shallow pond, connecting sandy peninsulas that stuck out into the water like rounded chins. A squat gazebo sat stoically above a thicket of cattails, standing careful guard over the many rows of watermelon, daikon, and lettuce.
Maddie
A selection from a group of shorts I’m currently working one. My interest is compiling a collection of intense life defining moments through the lens of fiction. Intentionally abrupt, disruptive, and thought provoking in 1000 words or less.
A Narrow Bridge by Avital Gad-Cykman
I’ve sang this ancient song in moments my mouth started singing on its own, and I listened with interest to learn what would come out of it.
Gravity by Phebe Jewell
When I tell him autumn tastes like apples, he brings me a bright red delicious the next day, pressing it into my hand without a word.
The Tattoo by Michael Clark
Shanika had known him since she was 12. She always thought that she hated him.