By Jacob Austin Danny hadn’t visited his father in almost two years, but not by choice. He had moved several states over to take a job with a residential development company, and his busy work schedule made travel next to…
By Rich Elliott I, Brother Nicholas, your most humble servant, submit this narrative on Holy Thursday, in the year of our Lord fifteen hundred and thirty-two, at the request of Abbot Anthony, our most Holy Father, who wishes a record…
By: Bruce Levine As Hurricane Irma approached, our dog, Daisy, and I sat on the porch of our apartment waiting and watching as the wind increased. The original forecast had been a direct hit on Delray Beach, Florida, but Irma…
By: Dee Artea Waking up with a screeching headache, a fragment of recent memory that’s a mystery, and a blazing sun burning right through me. What’s this large rock beside me, like a sturdy companion? Oh, my left shoulder aches,…
By: Jinmo Koo It was a typical Monday afternoon and I was at the golf course with 3 of my friends. That day, we were unsure whether or not to play as we thought it would rain. We decided to…
By: Harrison Abbott They say it will rain today. You wake up before the alarm clock. The GP opens at nine and you wake up shortly after seven. When you open the curtain, a sheen of grey light spreads across…
By: John Caulton ‘Driving up the country lanes The knackermen, we’re here again A farmer’s gate, lift the latch Dispatch, collect another batch’ The dead… Oh, the joys of country living; the smell of sewage sludge, silage and manure! Unfortunately,…
By: Charles Wiegand Eliana’s passion is baking. All kinds of baking—bread, candy, cakes, pastries, and pies. She loves baking so much she has three ovens in her kitchen. She is known throughout her neighborhood for her baked goods—everything from simple…
By Henry Simpson Mike realized he’d skipped lunch, ordered a gin and tonic from the flight attendant, and tried to relax. He deserved a reward for at last escaping Reno. The cocktail was not much to feel guilty about. When…
By: Brian Michael Barbeito I go through from inside to the outside deck via the automatic doors of an impossibly large ship. Just beyond handsome wooden slats biege that meet white painted wrought iron dividers topped with a teak rail,…