A Typical Wednesday Afternoon

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

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The Last Time

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

Paper Death Sentences

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

H. non scripta Junction

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

Long Distance Memory

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

Blissful Ignorance

A Short Story by Sara Miller

She knew something was wrong with the baby. It was in the way he wouldn’t look her in the eye. It was in the way he wasn’t talking by the time he was two. It was in the way he didn’t see her.

She wasn’t young when she had had her son. She was nearly thirty years old and had a nine year old daughter by the time she learned she was pregnant. She was wasn’t ignorant, or inexperienced, or unaware when it came to the oddness of the boy’s behavior. She knew normal two year olds didn’t try to purposely harm themselves or their mothers. She knew that her son’s ability to run on little to no food and less sleep was also not typical. So many things were just not right.

What the mother did know was frightening. She knew from the many articles she read. She knew from the countless symptom checklists she found on the internet. She knew. She just knew. Every parent’s worst nightmare was staring at her in face, reflected back to her in the dark hazel eyes of the little boy she adored so much. Continue reading

The Man That Kissed the Moon

A Short Story by Robert Larrabee

I was a samurai with no lord and many said that meant I had no purpose. What they didn’t realize is that I had a purpose. Being a samurai with no lord meant I could devote myself to something greater. At least that’s what I had thought at the time. See back then I was care free. I would simply wander my way through this beautiful land that the gods have gifted us helping people along the way the best I could but no one in this world is perfect… or at least that’s what I thought at the time.

There were times when I would accept payments for these deeds as I was also a samurai for hire but I certainly did not turn a blind eye to those who were in need any way. At that time in my life it was the only way for me Continue reading