Watching you grow, and going through the changes in your life.That’s how I know; I always wanna be there.Whenever you feel you need a friend to lean on, here I amWhenever you call, you know I’ll be there Content continues after advertisement Olivia Newton John ‘Let Me Be There’ I …Read More »
» The Thing About Naps by Cassander L. Smith Short stories, flash fiction and creative writing online.
What I always forget about long naps is that when I wake up, I feel disoriented, heavy, impatient, groggy, mean, and sick. I yawn, stretch my arms into a Village People âY,â and I feel tired, except I just slept three hours. When Iâm like that, the photo of me …Read More »
» Matters of the Heart by Avis Hickman-Gibb Short stories, flash fiction and creative writing online.
âI walked her down the aisle today â happiest day of my life so far. It doesnât seem so long ago that she was climbing up onto my knee to make a nest with her special blanket, ready for a bedtime story. Content continues after advertisement âTime flies â doesnât …Read More »
Sometimes the name they give you is all wrong. My paternal grandmotherâs name was Nava, which, in Hebrew, translates to âbeautiful.â In the biblical Song of Songs, it says, âThou art beautiful [nava], O my love, as Tirzah, beautiful [nava] as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.â By the …Read More »
» Vacations Spent Searching by Matt Landau Short stories, flash fiction and creative writing online.
It was reasonably late in my life that I discovered there was a name for my fear of crowded places. And more specifically, the term agoraphobia, upon stumbling over it recently in my Spanish-English dictionary, gave validity to what my family had always considered a silly and embarrassingly illogical concern. …Read More »
» Our Favorite and Most Sad Season by Leyna Inburg Short stories, flash fiction and creative writing online.
That night we drink until we forget the cold.“I can’t feel my feet anymore,” we say while passing the water bottle full of cold, clear gin between our mittens.“I can’t feel my nose anymore.”“I can’t feel my face anymore.”“I can’t feel anything anymore.”From her front stoop the neighborhood is a …Read More »
My husbandâs making me nuts. Content continues after advertisement Donât get me wrong. Iâm making him nuts, too. But since Iâm the one writing this essay, I get to do the talking. And I say I want him to disappear. Not forever, just for a week or so. Ten days, …Read More »
My heart would not have migrated so deeply within me if it had not been for my breast cancer. The experience of having gone through a mastectomy and breast reconstruction shaped me in ways that would change my life forever more. My heart fell into a free fall much like …Read More »
» and this whole time. by Lindsey M. Brummerhop Short stories, flash fiction and creative writing online.
there’s something so focused about the sound of a piano key.structured, but melodic. accurate Content continues after advertisement yet soothing, somehow. “well, what kind of things make you feel better, Alice?” she looks up for a moment, pondering this honestly.“semi colons and the word simultaneously.” aliteration. “Aliteration, Alice?” absolutely. it …Read More »
The man took a slow drag on his cigarette. The ember winked life-red against the warm evening backdrop. He exhaled, thinking about what he had just heard, what she had just told him, breathing out in time with his thoughts. The smoke floated up towards the dim porch light. Content …Read More »