Remains – by Amanda McLeod

Remains The first time I woke up after, I headed out to the well like I did every morning. I was surprised to find the well full of stars. You couldn’t drink stars when I went to sleep. The stars were in the sky then. But the world is different now. Now, the sky is…

Guess Who’s Back, B – Words?! (I’m trying not to offend anyone by my use of colorful language.) I’m back. But in a Whole New Way… – Kelly Fitzharris Faulk, Editor-in-Chief

I’m back. In a brand new way. I’m changing these loose, broad themes to a very specific writing prompt that I want to be tailored to this publication, this web site, and something that wants a home right here. 13 Approachable Literary Journals – Courtesy of Authors Publish : If you’d like, check out this wildly…

Okay! Let’s Try a ‘Reboot,’ so to Speak.

I want to try an experiment. I’m changing things for a bit and I, personally, will be open to accepting a very limited and very specific type of submission for a while. *NO simultaneous submissions (I CANNOT, for the life of me, dedicate my time to reading 24 pages, start typing an acceptance letter, only…

Welcome – by DON TASSONE

Welcome     The snow whipped at his eyes, nearly blinding him.  Frostbitten and exhausted, he could go no farther.   He’d been walking for two days.  That’s when the blizzard hit and he got separated and lost.   Now, in the distance, he saw a light.  Summoning all his remaining strength, he headed toward…

Mrs. Underwood – by DANIEL C. ROCHE

  MRS. UNDERWOOD By Daniel C. Roche       Mrs. Underwood lifts a cup of coffee toward her lips.  Black.  No cream or sugar allowed.  A woman of her advanced age can no longer afford such luxuries.  Doctors’ orders.  Her frail hands tremble as she blows the steam away from her perspiring lips.  She…

PLEASE STAND CLEAR – by Brianna Fenty

PLEASE STAND CLEAR     I have mastered the art of being alone without succumbing to loneliness. Anyone on the outside looking in through the tinted train windows might think such a statement a blatant manifestation of a woman deep in denial, drowning beneath roaring waves of solitude. But that simply is not the case….

Sand – by STEVE CARR

SAND by Steve Carr   A storm is coming. Like a gray veil being lowered in front of the horizon, the dark clouds and falling rain have spread across the ocean and are moving toward shore. Flashes of lightning intermittently make the sky above the storm glow a brilliant white. The water has turned from…