By: Janhealth Thomas was peering at the two boys outside the window of this office. They were fiddling with their yachts beside the pond into which the sun was shedding its light Bgently. Thomas wished the sunlight also fell into his…

By: Ruth Z Deming There he is, Frank Kelso Wolfe, coming down the stairs in his slippers and bathrobe. Whistling, he looks around for his mom and dad. The kitchen clock reads ten-thirty. He’s slept late again, but who wouldn’t. It…

By: Leslie Bloom My children must always bring something with them when we leave the house. Seriously why can’t leaving home ever be easy? No, instead it is like a freak show with my five-year-olds. It never goes smoothly. Someone always…

By: Murari Sharma He was shivering and alone, trekking on a trail in the Annapurna Range of the Himalayas. An unseasonable snowstorm caught him near Kangla Pass and dumped more than two feet snow in a couple of hours. He…

By: Aruna Subramanian Nandhini was gazing at the glistening dewdrops on the grasses while waiting for her friend Sheela at the entrance of their college building. Nandhini and Sheela have completed their last semester exams and will be proud engineering graduates…

By: Pete Cotsalas Winter storm Jonas relinquished his assault on Maryland. Snowplows sweeping mounds on his street awoke Mateo Gonzalez. He decided to get up and shower, gently pushing Snarky the cat off the bed. Francesca was in the kitchen…

By: Matt McCarter Mike Chamberlain usually arrived at the office of the Piankashaw Journal, the weekly newspaper, late and thoroughly hungover from a hard night of drinking.  He looked into the bottom drawer of his desk and found a half empty…

By: Mary Kaye Valdez “Forty-two, forty-three, forty-four… Forty-four…” our bus driver, Bernie, counted dreadfully slow. Please, say forty-five already. “Forty-three? No, forty-two?” he recounted. It was probably the fifth time he had been counting. It was also probably the fifth time…

By: Cynthia Lloyd When Arthur fell in love with the farmhouse in Brittany, Jenny was too much in love with Arthur to care where they lived. “I’ll be fine,” she had said, “I’ve loads to do.” Jenny illustrated children’s books. “And…

By: Cynthia Lloyd Eleanor frowned as she looked out of the taxi window. She had thought the city would be unrecognisable after twenty years, but it looked just as she remembered it. Most of the shops and restaurants lining the steep…