Knock Knock Knock – by Michelle C Jacobs
Knock. Knock. Knock. I’m sitting in my office, editing my manuscript, and I don’t want to be disturbed. Everyone knows this.
Read More Knock Knock Knock – by Michelle C JacobsKnock. Knock. Knock. I’m sitting in my office, editing my manuscript, and I don’t want to be disturbed. Everyone knows this.
Read More Knock Knock Knock – by Michelle C JacobsSnow now lay in deep, undisturbed drifts around the foundation. It covered the unopened mail and caught in the curling shingles.
Read More This is How a Pandemic Starts – by emily grootI tacked the photos to a corkboard alongside the other photos I had been accumulating since childhood for my dream life.
Read More Vision Board – by Jennifer KaplerThe ruins of my garden had been visible from the deck for some time, but I had not yet ventured outside. It was time to get out there and acknowledge the ravages of time and neglect, weep, and get to work, as my grandma used to say, to formulate a rebuilding plan. The flower and […]
Read More Bloom by Bloom, Step by Step – by Doris von TettenbornChildren immortalized for all eternity, their last moments frozen in time…
Read More Little Boy – by Susan Duffield-LodgeWe’ve become an island. Distant from the moon moving the tides,
the wind blowing rain in a slant song through the night.
Annika giggled because she knew there was no place safer than her great-grandfather’s lap where she could listen to Norse legends.
Read More Strong Like Freyja – By Diana Lynn GustafsonIrene remembers how the neighbourhood once thrived, pride sprouting up with every sharp blade of Kentucky Blue in tidy patchwork that stretched all the way down the block.
Read More Harold’s Lawn – By Brett LeanneWe watched some of the older kids lay pennies on the rails, defacing the King beneath the train’s heavy iron wheels. Frank wasn’t keen on the idea, but he went along with whatever I said. I always came up with the best ideas.
Read More Something Shiny in the Mining Townsite of Mount Sheer – By T.L. TomljanovicThe morning sun streams in through the hospital window. I watch its slow ascent up Kevin’s small frame. When it finally dances across his smoke-streaked face, he shoots up with a gasp. The handcuffs clang against the bedrails and yank him back down.
Read More Ties that Bind – by N.E. Rule