“Check under the bed.”
“Nope. Maybe it’s in the dryer.”
“I hope not.”
“It wasn’t there. Where else could it be?”
“I don’t even know. The yard?”
My wife was right. There, playing by our curbside mailbox, sat my toddler niece, proving how woefully unprepared we were to be parents.
Scott is an author and writer living in DFW, Texas, with his wife and their two boys. In his spare time he collects antique cameras. He has never intentionally misplaced a child, for the record.
The story of the week for April 9 to 13 is…
Bad Seed by Melanie Cranenburgh
It annoys me, a little, that my gripes are never quite as gripey as yours.
My woes aren’t as woeful. My worries can’t compare.
My annoyances not annoying enough.
You win. You are the Queen of Whining. You get to wear the crown.
About which you, no doubt, will complain.
Candace Kubinec posts her stories at storydribbles.wordpress.com and her poetry at rhymeswithbug.com.
Effie tells me she’s uploading herself to the cloud. “It’s for work.”
“That’s ridiculous. You’ll be like a bot.”
She tells me our minds are the future; our bodies are too slow.
I take her slow hand and say I love her.
She says she’ll send me a meme. :-\
Michael Mau wrote this story.
She was a girl. Big smile, lots of friends, big demands, bigger expectations.
She went to see the world to find herself. She had to fight to keep that smile big, make new friends, reduce her needs and realise that dreams are not always real.
She is a woman now.
Alidiane is an English language student in Dublin, Ireland. Originally, she’s from Brazil.
He had always dreamed of having a vegetable garden. A place where tomatoes, beans and corn could be kissed by the sun and caressed by the rains.
Meticulously, he weeded and watered, hoed and harvested, until the loudspeaker murdered his tellurian bliss: Inmate B18763… report to the Exercise Yard, immediately!
If killing plants was a crime, Melanie would have been incarcerated for the term of her natural life.
Dolores smiled through venetian blinds. Potatoes boiled on the range. Fair hair fluttered as the toy gun fired.
“Bang,” little Thomas roared firing at invisible enemies. He would come home soon, hungry.
Dolores peered at her new television; more fighting, more war. She prayed Thomas would come home soon, hungry.
Valkyriekerry Kelly is a graduate writer living in Mayo, Ireland. Her short stories have featured in Short Break Fiction, Paragraph Planet, and Entropy Squared. When she is not writing, Valkyriekerry can be found exploring the heritage sites of Ireland with a camera in her hand. See more at valkyriekerrykelly.wordpress.com.
It’s a beautiful spring day, although perhaps a little too warm for the suit I picked out.
A bird sings from the branch of a nearby tree. I welcome the distraction.
She always loved birds, I think to myself, as I toss a handful of dirt onto the tiny coffin.
G. Allen Wilbanks is a member of the Horror Writers Association (HWA) and has published over 40 short stories in Deep Magic, Daily Science Fiction, The Talisman, and other venues. He has published two short story collections, and his first novel, When Darkness Comes, was released in October, 2017. For more information, visit gallenwilbanks.com.
The Story of the Month is chosen from the Story of the Week winners announced from the past month.
The finalists for March were:
The Garden Path by Sharon Calkin
Still Breathing by Linda Irish
Waiting by Candace Kubinec
Sidewalks by Arlene Antoinette
The winner of the March 2018 Story of the Month, and the $10 prize, is…
I really enjoyed the pacing and the down-to-earth sentiment of Arlene’s poem. It’s always special when you can take something mundane and bring it in front of a reader from a new perspective.
First-grade bedtime. Lights are out. A coat-draped chair turns into the mummy watching my bed. Malfunctioning WiFi turns the nanny cam’s playful green light into the red-eyed demon watching me, too.
The wee, perilous hours of the night require defensive weapons of choice: a blanket pulled overhead and Duracell flashlight.
Darnell Cureton is a middle-aged man at the crossroads of life, expressing his personality through technology and creative writing.