Literary Yard

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Fiction

By: Mary Bone Mrs. Euphoria looked at the list of people in town that she had just sent to the editor of her local newspaper. The names on the list were people who believed a malicious rumor that she, Mrs….

Poetry

By: Jacynth Amores TIED BY AFFECTION They say love at first sight Is just a myth, A Hollywood Tale? An exquisite adornment Gasping for affections To love unconditionally A bright ray of sunshine Filters through the stained glass window Illuminating…

Essay

By Mark Kodama I. The Walk I am ill. I have stage 2 bone marrow cancer and diabetes 2. So my doctors told me I needed to take more walks, get more exercise. So this morning I took a walk….

Fiction

By: Jim Bates Dad pointed, “Tyler, take this bag and put those decoys way out by the corn stalks. Not too close to us. We don’t want to spook them.” I dutifully followed his instructions and hiked through the snow,…

Fiction

By: Patricia Tramble A smoky white mist slowly moves across the lake. The fog is so thick, I could barely see in front of me and if not careful, I could easily walk into a watery grave. The smell in…

Travel

By Julia Lesel When I was 21, a lone female backpacker, I passed through Salzburg, Rome, and Vienna. At one bridge in each city, I took out a notebook and started writing a little sketch of what I observed going…

Fiction

By E. J. Bradley I am a foster carer who happened to overhear the end of a conversation about foster caring. “I’d be no good at foster care,” explained my sister-in-law to my wife. “I could never love someone else’s…

Fiction

By: Mike Sharlow I was watching the Lakers play the Heat Sunday afternoon when the local weather geek interrupted the game to announce a severe storm warning. This clean cut, slightly post pubescent weather guy tried to, in a less…

Fiction

By: Sterling Warner “Gerry—why do you always seem a couple years younger each time I see you?” “Dunno. Sunscreen? Diet? Skin lotion?” Gerry replied. “Smartass!” “At your service, Martin.” “But you’re sorta right…all my outdoor construction works makes me face…

Fiction

By Dawn DeBraal Henry Passet tried to move his horse forward. Stubborn as he was his stallion Lightening, stood his ground. Henry pulled out his riding crop, striking the horse several times to get him to move forward. Lightening reared…