Author: Every Writer

Richard Edwards has a BFA in Creative Writing and Journalism from Bowling Green State University and an M.S. in Education from the University of Akron. Managing editor of Drunk Duck, poetry editor for Prairie Margins, reporter for Miscellany, Akron Journal, Lorain Journal, and The BG News. He has also worked as a professional writer and editor in the medical publishing industry for several years. For the last 15 years Richard has also taught literature and writing at the secondary and post-secondary levels. He works much of the time with at-risk students.

Dusk By Chris Galford

Posted on October 4, 2015 by Every Writer

Dusk. I can hear them in the walls. The chitter of their legs rattles plaster.

Trick or Treat by K. A. Hardway

Posted on September 29, 2015May 7, 2018 by Every Writer

She had finally done it. She had become a cantankerous old lady.

Finality by Alex Schumacher

Posted on July 28, 2015July 28, 2015 by Every Writer

She lay on the bed crying, the tears wouldn’t cease. The world was so god-damn unfair. She had gone to bed two hours earlier in an attempt to escape the memories and find some much needed rest.

The Last Great Request by Lee Harrison

Posted on July 8, 2015 by Every Writer

“We think the chance of change is good but so far we haven’t recorded anything concrete.”

The Quail by Sozou-Kyrkou Konstantina

Posted on June 19, 2015 by Every Writer

Sophia immerses the podgy quail into a pot of hot water and then starts plucking them. Tufts of brown feathers blanket the water. She then cuts their heads

The Noise by Timothy Mowers

Posted on June 17, 2015 by Every Writer

He could hear it. Slowly, cautiously advancing .Building up pressure slowly increasing ever slightly. And then all at once exploding like a cyclone, vibrating,

Winter Break by Nana K. Adjei-Brenyah

Posted on June 2, 2015 by Every Writer

I was home on break. Freezing rain came and went. The cold, however, crossed its arms and chained itself to everything.

Coming Home at Midnight to the Farm by Donal Mahoney

Posted on May 13, 2015 by Every Writer

Driving down the hill I see the same bend in the road the school bus took me around for years. I can see in the headlights the wildflowers ringing the curve like a necklace