50 Word Short Story Contest Winner Kelsey Beach!
“We don’t want people like you!” The adoption agency slammed its doors. Margaret and Anne left, hugging tight. “We’d love
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And God Help You by Paul Beckman
My chores were piling up and I was behind on my school reports so I kneeled next to my bed as I’d seen kids do on TV and I prayed. “Please help me, God,”
Continue readingThe Rat Child by Grace Andreacchi
Grace Andreacchi * is a novelist, poet and playwright. Works include the novels *Scarabocchio *and *Poetry and Fear*,* Music
Continue readingNeighborhood Boys by Stephen Black
The neighborhood boys used glue to coat their strings with powdered glass. They’d kitefight from the tops of buildings, jerking and swinging their arms and fists so
Continue readingMoving On by Denis Bell
“Picked her up last week at Lincoln Mall. She’s hot, man!”
Continue readingMeet Your Maker by Sydney Avey
Powerful, often silent but attractive spirit seeks companion who is adventurous and outgoing for a committed relationship. Must be a good listener.
Continue readingA Toe in the Water by Renay Allen
I step to the seashore. It?s raining? again. Froth lingers at the edge, discoloured a putrid yellow as if the waves have been out on the town and drunk a little too much
Continue readingSearching the Library by Mikail Akrie
I walked through the tall oak doors, entering the dark library. I stopped at the front desk, and knocked on the surface, vainly hoping that someone would be there
Continue readingMe and My Friend by Nanette L. Avery
The heart shaped planchette that had once been tossed into the box along with the other memorabilia lies before me with its feet up like a dried cockroach. Yellow and brittle as an autumn leaf, it’s marvelously intact considering the age
Continue readingOn a Night Like This by Neeru Anand
On a night like this, he would not have been out. But tonight was different. This was an emergency. The consignment had to be delivered. He glanced back at the life-like statue covered in brown-paper. One of the antiques being shipped out. This would make his fortune the man had assured him. But the night worried him. He preferred nights to be dark and cloudy, the rain falling down in torrents, the stars hidden, the wind howling?all that ensured security guards huddled together, more than ready to wave him through.
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