Tag: Fiction

  • Momentum by Christopher Thomas

    Momentum by Christopher Thomas

    Jamey scurried up the side of the hill, he kept low as he crossed over the old logging road, and then he ran down into the ravine on the other side at a pace mostly out of his control. He could feel the muscles in his thighs grab and his knees crunch with each jarring…

  • How We Solve It by J.D. Isip

    How We Solve It by J.D. Isip

    Sarah, when she was small enough to hold – when she would ask to be held – had an angelic temperament. Except on some mornings. Mornings when everyone was running late, the dog had pissed the kitchen floor, breakfast was cold and disappointing, and my niece could feel the seam of her sock anywhere but…

  • To Be Violet by Lailee Zakir

    To Be Violet by Lailee Zakir

    My mules needed rest, as did I. In the distance, what seemed like a village. I dismounted and walked about. I was thrilled to find we spoke the same tongue. An elderly man with yellow fingernails led me to his home. His wife and granddaughter sat atop a floor of littered purple flowers. I noticed…

  • A Loud Noise Will Come by Patricia Brubaker

    A Loud Noise Will Come by Patricia Brubaker

    They sit on the step, side by side, hips touching. She covers her ears and squeezes her eyes closed until tiny tears form in the corners. She waits, and only silence and crickets and an occasional siren on the main street blocks away from their house can be heard. She waits, opens her eyes and…

  • Holiday of a Lifetime by Chris Cottom

    Holiday of a Lifetime by Chris Cottom

    In June, my mate Mike will be seventeen, so we’ll buy a van, fit it with mattresses, and go continental. It’ll be the five of us from last summer at Sandbanks, except it’ll be St Tropez and no mums mithering us about missing the sunshine when we sleep until tea-time. Mike had better pass his…

  • Five Brothers by Courtney Welu

    Five Brothers by Courtney Welu

    My first brother died of a disease with no name, or at least a disease with no name seventy years ago. They have presumably named it by now. Only eight at the time of his passing, he was the first of us to break my mother’s heart as she tended to him through the night,…

  • Quebec Snow by Mark Keane

    Quebec Snow by Mark Keane

    Tony France came looking for me in the garden maze where I was pruning the hedges. “You can leave that for now,” he said. “Mr Davidson has a special job for you.”

  • A Trip to the Library by Tharseo Ziyet Jovita

    A Trip to the Library by Tharseo Ziyet Jovita

    Writhing and rolling. Written around his body in the colour pale of dim moonlight was the word pain. Morning comes.He survived. Today is going to be a good day, he’s sure. Food first. Like everybody who understands that it’s about the fill and the nutrients, he puts everything in the pot and turns on the…

  • Amniotic Fluid by Luanne Castle

    Amniotic Fluid by Luanne Castle

    I look down at my lap and find it gone, replaced by a big bump. Eight months and one more to go. Building a nursery, one small purchase at a time. Circus bears in blue, green, and yellow.

  • Inconclusive by Neil James

    Inconclusive by Neil James

    When Dr Rajan gave me the scan results, that wasn’t the word I was waiting for. It is, of course, better than the other word. The other word slowly killed my dad. It turned his skin grey, erased his body cell by cell, until one day last winter, pumped full of morphine, he faded away…