The spaghetti dropped onto the table with a fierce plop. Bob blinked.
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.
I am applying to be the main hero of this fairy tale.
The acrid smells of cigarette butts and stale beer hover above the music blaring from the jukebox...
The initial paperwork was signed a year to the day after they met. This was seen as...
We told our parents we were going fishing. My brother stuffed contraband down one of his bootlegs,...
He was attractive in a rugged, older sort of way. I think I heard someone say he...
It was nearly evening when a young albino came to the caf? that I was in and...
The White Suit by Marijke Hillmann
?Penny,? said she.
?Chickens. I was thinking of Jeff and Jen.?
?They?re not ??
“Hurry, we got to go!”
“No, wait, my shoe…”
“Tie them in the car.”
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The pain comes suddenly. It spears the underside of her swollen stomach and ripples outward in shock...
The doctor was surprised. Looking up from his clipboard, he watched a girl rise from her...
I step to the seashore. It?s raining? again. Froth lingers at the edge, discoloured a...
?Cloud? isn?t his real name, of course. It is ?Claude?. But his new classmates in idyllic Chester...
