A short story by Cory Voorhees
Synopsis: In an ancient land an age of darkness is coming to a close.
In another time, another world a kingdom named Lothric existed. The kingdom was of a medieval era; however in this world magic really exists. The world was originally one of darkness, a world plunged into the Abyss and ruled by the Everlasting Dragons. Then from the dark, humanity arose. Then the gods came and split the Lord Soul between them, an extraordinarily powerful artifact that gave the gods even more powerful abilities. With this newfound power the gods challenged the Everlasting Dragons. Then after thousands of years the Dragons were no more.
The gods then began the Age of Fire along with man. This was an age of prosperity. The gods names were ones that can never be forgotten. Gwyn Lord of Sunlight was the god who orchestrated the destruction of the Dragons and began the Age of Fire. Gwyn feared man’s connection with the Dark. Continue reading
A short story by Shelby Sutton
The Oaks was a tiny town apart of a bigger town; back in 1968 is was not like the town I see today; with shopping malls, highways, huge housing development. 1968 we had nothing but woods; children would ice skate during the winter time on this swamp; old swamp had it stories. Where, our “big time”; shopping mall was just a long dark wooden road; scary as hell as a kid. You always felt that an axe murderer was going to pop out at any minute; kids use to go back in those woods to drink and party; kid stuff. But now, that part is gone, all gone by corporate America.
The winter of 68 was a harsh winter as my parents can retell I was a little baby at this time; still living in Fairview a county over. This is when Fairview was not considered to be one of America’s highest crime rated city; Continue reading
A short story by Claudee McMillon
“Here we go again,” was all I could utter out my mouth as I walked in the house. I had a restless night, so my plans were to take it easy. I’d probably eat a little dinner and watch tv, just relax. Being on spring break from college caused me to stay out most nights with my friends, so I was adamant to let my body rest tonight.
I walked straight into the dining room and had a seat at our well-aged, oak wooden table set with the seats to match. It wasn’t too comfortable, but it was Continue reading
A short story by Hannah Dunkelberger
The last time I had seen this place, it had been full of life. It had been years since it had been open, but Oasis Kingdom had been one of the best places to go as a kid. It was full of fun and wonder as children raced down the streets of the park, screaming at each other.
The games were never fair and very much overpriced. Yet somehow you wouldn’t be able to resist the temptation. You’d end up giving the tender bill after bill, as he’d give you dart after dart. All in all, you would spend about twenty dollars on an unnecessarily colorful stuffed bear. But there was something different about winning a prize at a fair that was so much more appealing rather than going to a toy store. Continue reading
a short story by Diana Clark
Synopsis: Living in a world where death sentences are delivered in the mail, two childhood friends fall in love. But even they can’t avoid the inevitable.
They give us eighteen years.
It’s enough time to learn how to talk, how to walk, how to count to ten, twenty, a hundred. It’s enough time to ride bikes, to string together sentences and paragraphs across paper. It’s enough time to create friendships that culminate in hand-laced bracelets and summer camp promises.
They give us eighteen years before our names get printed in black ink on a tiny piece of paper. Eighteen years before we become next in line to die. Continue reading
a short story by Kaitlin DiPatri
Synopsis: Polly shows up uninvited to a masquerade party in the woods. In a futile attempt to flee the scene, she finally learns to put on her jukin’ shoes and enjoy the party.
A pale yellow glow permeated the woods. Violins, cellos, and horns softly sounded all around Polly. Strings of lights wrapped around the oaks and the large wooden gazebo. Men and women dressed in elaborate ball gowns danced all around Polly, without acknowledging her. The women wore black feathery masks with long silver beaks. The men wore rich green and gold Colombina masks. Two young identical twins ran up to Polly and played with her hair until their mother shooed them away. The accordion player waltzed around her and laughed as he twirled away. Continue reading
A short story by Chuck Erhardt
Synopsis: Charlie recalls long-forgotten conversations and memories when he hears a familiar voice from the past.
“Should I wake him up?”
“Oh, no! I want to watch him sleep.”
The muffled voices are those of Pop-Pop and Mom-Mom. I’m awake now but I’ll lie there with my eyes shut for a few more minutes. I’m with them for the weekend at our little lake house in Southern New Jersey, an hour from home, or just “down-to-the-lake.” I used to think it was one word. We’re going downtothelake, like that was the name of the place.
“Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay. My, oh, my, what a wonderful day!” sang Mom-Mom sweetly on the car ride the day before. The three of us are in the front seat of a 1970s blue station wagon, the kind with the wood on the sides Continue reading