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STORY OF THE WEEK: August 25

August 25, 2024NewsTim

The story of the week for August 19 to 23 is…

Ever the One Moon by Karris Rae

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BOB THURBER: The Beginning of the Beginning

August 23, 2024Artistic, SubmissionsBob Thurber, creation, GodTim

One night, after bedtime stories and goodnight kisses,
the parents of God left the door open a tiny crack,
allowing a sliver of light to shine through.
It was just enough illumination for God to make shadows dance on the wall,
before it was time to wonderfully dream about everything.


Bob Thurber is the author of six books. Regarded as a master of Flash and Micro Fiction, his work has appeared in Esquire and other magazines, been anthologized 60 times, received a long list of awards, and been utilized in schools and colleges throughout the world. He resides in Massachusetts. Visit his website at BobThurber.net.

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ROBERT CARLBERG: The Importance of Vocabulary

August 23, 2024Amusing, Puns and Wordplay, Submissionsantidote, funny, pun, Robert CarlbergTim

When the writer took his wife on a hike up the mountain trail, little did he know that his difficulty with words would cause her death. As they navigated the ravine they startled a massive rattlesnake, which struck out.

The writer, terrified, tried every snakebite anecdote he could think of.


Robert Carlberg struggles with words sometimes. The ones he’s looking for can stay frustratingly just out of reach, while unbidden nonsense frosts his pirate topiary.

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CHIDI YOUNG: The Influence

August 22, 2024Adventure, SubmissionsChidi Young, street gangs, trouble, youthTim

After my release from jail, Dad drives 350 miles away from the guns, thugs, and drugs. The rolling hills and fresh air are meant to calm my restive nerves.

The rural kids are slow learners, which they make up for with loyalty—what every gang leader prizes more than guns.


Chidi Young writes from Jos, Plateau State Nigeria. He’s a teacher, graphic designer, and a photographer who loves to read and write short stories.

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LILLIBIT RAY: Wild Wisdom

August 22, 2024Artistic, Submissionsfreedom, Lillibit Ray, nature, societyTim

Sitting, barefoot in alpine meadow surrounding his cabin, he spoke to her, “Deep wilderness has no bridges, but it has no stop signs either.”

Silence.

They watched coyotes running, marsh hawks hunting, and she realized she needn’t look further than the posturing pines to witness true freedom in this world.


Lillibit Ray has always written in her own personal journals, and she has taken several creative writing classes which helped her to develop and evolve a story or poem using real life experience and richer characters to bring the story or poetry to life. She has had poetry published in Dark Winter Literary Magazine, with the Dark Poet’s Club, and with Scars Publication. She writes on her own, for herself sometimes.

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MARTHA ELLEN JOHNSON: Illuminated Places

August 21, 2024Submissions, Touchingfamily, human condition, loss, love, Martha Ellen JohnsonTim

The night she died
I had a dream.

She was walking
on an uphill footpath

toward an illuminated place.
Leaving me for the last time.

She turned. Smiling.
Thrilled to see me.

Baby sister knew I feared
to carry on without her.

“You’ll be OK.
I’ll wait here for you.”


Martha Ellen lives alone in an old Victorian house on a hill on the Oregon coast. Retired social worker. She writes poems and prose to process the experiences of her wild life.

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JUDITH DZIERBA: Fifty Words for Cicadas

August 21, 2024Artistic, Submissionsbugs, cycles, hibernation, Judith Dzierba, natureTim

Over a decade underground
on tree sap survival
creepy crusty shells
crawl through earth
leaving exoskeletons’
nutrients near trees.

Emerge meta-morphs,
wings as stained glass
in green tinted bodies
with falsettos in tune
to a summer’s ending.

Only weeks left above ground
attracting their mates
to lay eggs by trees.


Judith wrote this unable to ignore critters that remind her of the circle of life.

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KARRIS RAE: Ever the One Moon

August 20, 2024Artistic, Submissions, Top Storiesescape, human condition, inevitability, Karris RaeTim

Suffocating under the weight of the moon, I left—down the street, across the town, into the plane, toward the sunrise, over the sea, out of my seat, onto the bus, between bright towers, among the strangers. Then night fell over the strange new land and the same moon rose.


Karris Rae is a fiction MFA/MA candidate at McNeese State University. Her chapbook, We Obedient Children, recently won the 2024 Etchings Press Chapbook Contest in prose. Her short work has appeared or is forthcoming in 100 Word Story, Fourth Genre Magazine, Eunoia Review, Mount Hope Magazine, and Gargoyle Online, among others.

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MATTHEW SHEPHERD: The Sparrows

August 20, 2024Adventure, Submissionsanimals, creepy, Matthew Shepherd, psychopath, twistTim

In the bushes the sparrows busily chirrup and flit. Unconcerned by my presence. Indifferent to what shelters within the shadows. Oblivious to what is hidden and strains at the tether. Unscared even as I creep forward and reveal my trembling hands and fractured mind. Silent witnesses to an unfolding secret.


Matthew Shepherd lives in Essex in south-east England where he enjoys developing his creative writing, especially flash fiction and poetry.

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JENNIFER L FREED: After the Summer Storm

August 19, 2024Submissions, Touchingchildhood, compassion, Jennifer L. Freed, poemTim

Earthworms emerge, seeking air.
They are there in the driveway, stranded
on the steaming asphalt,
where my two small daughters find them.

They squat close to look, then
rescue: gently lifting slimy strands
of pink and brown,
they lay them down in sunburned grass.

I watch, then kneel
to help.


Jennifer L Freed is author of When Light Shifts, a memoir-in-poems about the aftermath of her mother’s cerebral hemorrhage. Her daughters have grown up, but she still remembers the day they rescued earthworms. Please visit jfreed.weebly.com to learn more.

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