Latest Stories
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How I Stopped Stealing
When I was about 7 or so and growing up in Brooklyn in the mid-60s, I had a neighbor named Andy who lived down the block and who was about 10 months older than me. At that age, 10 months made a huge difference. It was almost a year. So, to Andy, I was just a "kid".
By Reid Moore5 years ago in Fiction
This Is Eliziner Lane
A small beam of sunlight seeps into a dusty room through the broken window as a soft breeze blows a loose wisp of hair across Reine's cheek. She starts to rouse as the air horn sounds in the distance. She begins rubbing her eyes in an attempt to wake up fully as she sits up. Sounds of other Seekers waking up fills the air. Everyone fold up their bed mats and blankets to put away.
By Samirra Elsaieh5 years ago in Fiction
A Marked One's Dream
***Warning: This piece of science fiction may be a trigger if you have experienced severe bullying or sexual violence*** Walking along the lake shore she had found the water snake, suspended, undulating with the gentle waves. Her scales -- was she a she? She really didn't have any way of knowing, but in her mind, there was a tenderness that said so -- her scales glistened a wet silver that she might have wished upon her own skin had she known the language. She lifted the snake from the water, slowly, unsure of how the creature would hold the weight of her meter's length in open air.
By Emma Scott Lavin5 years ago in Fiction
Akiko And The Kasa-Obake
Akiko was seven years old when his Ojiisan and Obaasan (grandfather and grandmother) came from Tokyo to live with him and his parents in San Fransisco. Akiko was a rather shy child and had never met his grandparents before, so having these foreign strangers suddenly living in his home was rather difficult from the start.
By Juliette McCoy Riitters5 years ago in Fiction
Whatever Tomorrow Brings
It was half past 4, with little time left before daybreak. Alone, hungry, and exhausted, Laurel was driven to keep going. The sun would rise in a few hours, and she would be unable to complete the task her grandfather had started years before.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden5 years ago in Fiction






