About a million musical sounds seem to be filling the yard as the karaoke gets underway. It’s...
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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.
At a certain time in the universe I was required to ring the world's bell. No one...
This flight attendant is getting nervous, she rushes our last goodbyes. ‘We patiently wait for your malfunctioning...
Angela Carlton‘s fiction has been published in Every Day Fiction, Camroc Press Review, Pedestal Magazine, Long Story...
He always got fascinated by the number of things Rohan could do with his small and sleek...
“The doctor wouldn’t give me Viagra because of my dicky ticker.” Bill arches his back and struggles...
Sharing Plastic by blake nemec Bonnie and Craig knew the Tenderloin street blocks share a meter. She had...
The Three Psychology Students by Andri MH Once upon a time there were three psychologists on their...
Lori Schafer is a part-time tax practitioner and part-time writer residing in Northern California. Her short stories,...
On those frigid nights, we’d pop up from the subway wind tunnel into the blustery city street,...
Hello Africa by Marijke Hillmann You have been on my mind quite a bit lately……. When I...
Martin's Conscience by Dawn Hurley a story that begins: Martin's driving fast and reckless. A bottle in...
“Don't go down there, ple-e-e-eeeeease, “ Jenny pleaded. “There's a monster down there. I know; he told...
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Listening to a Christmas concert from the car radio on the isolated beach, I reflect on the...