by Hayden Moore Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep–William Shakespeare: Henry VI part II It was a place where the sea met the rocks and the rocks melted into the sea. In the shade of a twisted palm tree hosting thousands of glistening blackberries at its base, the girl watched as the … Continue reading Sea Foam
by Norman Belanger Once upon a time, he was somebody’s little darling, today he was nothing to nobody. I knew details about the kid I was to take into the woods, a lad who stole from the wrong person. Snow White was the name he went by, a young lamb from the Middle Lands with … Continue reading The Huntsman
by Amanda Crum &September, 1929 &&&&&Here never means the same thing to someone else. Where the dark wood gleams with polish, some girls see the home of an overbearing grandmother. When the floorboards creak past midnight, others remember tiptoeing past a thin line of lamplight to meet a beau with flowers tucked behind one ear. … Continue reading Orchid In A Bell Jar
by Andy Betz A wooden violin awoke one morning in the woods. He still retained both bow and strings and felt fairly confident his predicament was merely temporary. Not being able to produce music in his current condition, he decided to listen to the music the woods produced. He knew, by the calendar, it was … Continue reading A Violin in the Woods
by Philip Wendt I can tell you everything about the plane and the passengers, except for their names. We were never formally introduced and never will be, but I know them. I can describe them all right down to the color of their socks. I know their seat numbers, what they were drinking, and what … Continue reading Maydays
by Montana Rogers &&&&Margaret stood in the window, her face frozen, reflected in the glass pane. Her green eyes appeared as large apples hovering from one of the branches of the crab apple trees in the backfield. The trees stood decrepit and bare, shivering in the stiff breeze that blew across the top of the … Continue reading From the Window
by Bryan Grafton He had been driving for what seemed like hours now. That was the problem when you owned your own business you had to do everything yourself. He had been in the undertaking business all his life having inherited it from his father. Now he was old, real old, at the end of … Continue reading The Road Home
by Ally Schwam I created the rain. It’s one of the first things I created. Two years ago I started as an assistant at the Creation Center and then a year later got promoted to junior programmer. The first task I got was to program what a higher-up called “rain.” Rain was just water that … Continue reading God & The Invention
by Caitlin Copland I dreamed of the Yaga. She looked me in the eye told me she would consume me. I was not afraid — even when she opened the skylight and began painting with my ashes. & & Caitlin Copland Quietly honing her wordsmith skills, she has recently found her voice in the rich soil … Continue reading Baba Yaga
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