Davie survived the Middle East conflicts, where he witnessed the atrocities he thought he had handled.
Returning home, full in body but mentally adrift, he found an unscalable wall around all he had loved. He drifted, with doorways becoming his refuge. He froze to death last winter.
Lest we forget.
Gordon Lysen is a fledgling writer.
Kellie figured that she should probably be put away for the safety of everyone.
She noticed how cheap the lawyer’s tie looked.
As the judge turned to read her judgment, Kellie undid the lock on her handcuffs. She eyed the guard’s pistol in the holster,
and moved to grab it.
Mark Konik is from Newcastle, Australia. He write short stories and plays.
He told me his secret to writing was that after he finished he would lock his manuscript away in the bottom of his desk drawer for three days. No more or less.
“Why three days instead of a day or a week?” I asked.
“It was good enough for Jesus.”
Tyler Hahn currently resides in the loess hills area of Iowa. Throughout his life, he has been an archaeological technician, soda jerk, and currently works as a college librarian where to his surprise he never has enough time to read.
One cold winter’s morning,
not so long ago,
the knights grumbled and complained,
as they strapped on their protective armor.
Boots, gloves, chest protectors, and hats.
They mustered by the door, reluctantly ready.
The trumpet sounded,
dad opened the door,
and watched the kids race to catch the school bus.
John Fowler served twenty years in the US Air Force before retiring and starting a second career in the IT field. He is also a Lay Pastor serving a small church near his home in Texas. His hobbies include reading, golfing, writing, and now oil painting.
The girl wiped her face with the red jacket she was wearing. He’d kicked her out and didn’t let her explain why. Through the cab window, she lipped the word please to him.
He sighed and opened the door.
Finally, he’ll listen.
He stuck his hand out. “My jacket please.”
Marc D. Avecilla stares in front of a T.V screen as the rows of coffee cups next to him grow. He’s focusing on trying to beat the famous video game Dark Souls. He’s placed honorable mention for a reflection contest and has been published at Eskimo Pie.
I searched for you among the tumbled, crumbled tombstones in the cemetery.
I sat quietly in the vaulted cathedral watching candles flicker in the gloom.
You did not appear. No apparition. No sound of your voice.
The air turned icy and I pulled my sweater tighter as I walked away.
Candace Kubinec wrote this story.
Jai had decided to be completely honest with his wife. He shared his past with an understanding Nisha. When Vandana came wanting her letters back, he unhesitatingly returned these, while Nisha dreamingly looked on.
That night, Nisha snuggled up to Jai and whispered, “I also want to tell you something.”
Vijai Pant is a language teacher in a school in India. He is also a freelance writer.
The story of the week for March 20 to 24 is…
Faster Than Life by James P. Spitznogle
Well-delivered sci fi with a powerful kicker.
“He fell. Hard. We’ve called 911.”
I was terrified. His eyes were closed.
“What happened?”
“Severe concussion,” they say. Serious head trauma.
“CT is clear. No bleed. He needs rest.”
No contact sports. No TV. No colouring.
“Physical and cognitive rest.”
How do I possibly keep a six-year-old boy still?
Michelle is a freelance writer; who writes both fiction and non-fiction. She is a regular contributor to the Briar Crier Magazine, and has had her work featured recently in the Voice of the Farmer newspaper, and the Focus 50+ newspaper. In April 2016, she was shortlisted as a finalist at the Ontario Writers Conference Story Starters Contest.
I fell in love rapidly,
with a strong, sweet, chivalrous man.
You adored me then…
before the breakdown.
It took you away. I understand.
I’m not the same so you’re not the same man.
I patiently await your return.
I’ll never give up.
Please! We can fall in love again.
April is a hopeless romantic, even in hard times. Life equals love.