“Bird Versus Glass” by Nicholas Otte, 2020 Fiction Winter Contest Winner

Hank died three years ago today, which feels strange to write, given the argument we had last week.  It started as a simple chat but ended sour. That's just the way it goes when you talk to Hank, especially since the thing with the roof. Three whole years—it just doesn't seem true. I'd wanted to … Continue reading “Bird Versus Glass” by Nicholas Otte, 2020 Fiction Winter Contest Winner

“Inside, Crying” by Gail Marlene Schwartz, 2019 Fiction Fall Contest Winner

*This story has content that some might find difficultor disturbing.* 10:30 a.m. Kelly bats her eyes at little Maeve as she pulls the empty bottle out of her daughter’s mouth. “We were hungry, sweet baby, weren’t we?” Maeve smacks her lips and Kelly dabs spots of milk around her mouth. “Time for burpies.” Kelly hoists … Continue reading “Inside, Crying” by Gail Marlene Schwartz, 2019 Fiction Fall Contest Winner

“Lady Azalea” by Stephanie Joyce, winner of the 2018-2019 Winter Fiction Contest

            Pete wrestled the wooden stepladder into the azalea thicket. Like him it was old. Unlike him it was getting heavier every year. Ducking, sidling, backtracking the ladder like a dance partner through the thrust and wallop of the branches, he headed for the spot he'd chosen. Right between the two oldest azaleas. He had … Continue reading “Lady Azalea” by Stephanie Joyce, winner of the 2018-2019 Winter Fiction Contest

“The Voice of Hatred” by N.J. Linnehan, Winner of the 2018 Fall Fiction Contest

I sit within my sound-proof cubicle inside the Tai-lonian Social Services Department.  The light of my glass-top computer pulsates, the notifications for my messages never ceasing.  I swipe the user-interface, and the monitor goes black.  I turn to a single piece of decoration on an adjacent wall.  The details of the aged landscape painting have … Continue reading “The Voice of Hatred” by N.J. Linnehan, Winner of the 2018 Fall Fiction Contest

“Togetherness Is A Fable (We Tell Ourselves In The Hope Of Not Being Alone)” by Frederick Barrows

15° “Ella?” The man’s eyes fluttered. Even in the subdued light, he had striking, golden-hazel irises. “No,” she said. “I am Dr. Shi.” “Ella…” He looked too rangy for the adjustable bed’s standard-sized frame. “I…” He lifted his large hands and stared at them, astonished. “My God…” He shuddered. “You brought me back. You … … Continue reading “Togetherness Is A Fable (We Tell Ourselves In The Hope Of Not Being Alone)” by Frederick Barrows