By Mike Hickman They were called woods. And you were supposed to roll them. Not bowl them. The name of the game was somewhat of a misnomer. And the white ball at the end, that was the target. If…
Narrative techniques are the tools and methods that writers use to convey their stories effectively to the readers. Every writer has their own unique style, and they employ various narrative techniques to create compelling narratives that engage readers and keep…
By: Glenn John Arnowitz “Do you want to meet me in Rome?” That question came in August from Colleen, mi amore of five months. and without hesitation, I said, “Yes!” Our meetup wasn’t until the beginning of October. After eight…
By: Brian Michael Barbeito (Hiding out from the Police and Taking Nature Photography in the Hills) Overcast. Saturnine. The forest worlds are then a damp grey if grey could be named damp. There is a place wonderful, whimsical, where the…
By: Jeffrey Delano Davis The wind screams through the pickup. It tosses rusted bolts, fence wire, wrenches, and Sike’s feed bowl about the cargo bed with alarming ferocity. Nina rubs flints of plywood and sheep hair from her watering eyes….
By: Elaine Lennon It is a truth universally acknowledged that the intimate exchanges between young men are principally of the gaming variety. It was with a deal of struggle that Ned and Dobbin Smith kept their friendship at the level…
By: Seonbeom Kim I gazed outside of the car window at the highway ahead of me, gleaming in the sunlight. The sky was blue. I could not wait to finally arrive home after 6-weeks of Engineering camp. Arduous projects, challenging…
By: Bruce Levine It’s said that many people, as they get older, tend to look back on their life, almost in review. I’m not one of them. I don’t look back – I look forward. I believe in moving forward….
By John Paul Lama It began during a solemn holiday in 1992 – November 1 and November 2 – known respectively as All Saint’s Day and All Soul’s Day, and locally as Undas. It was a holiday in the…
By: David Patten A landscape of mud. Thick, invasive. Like a disease it spreads and clings, fueled by the autumn rains that have pummeled the endless fields of Flanders. Now, with the onset of winter, comes a hardening as the…