We have very different characters the two of us; me introverted, her outgoing.
I look at her on Facebook and her life is full of fun. Happiness. Positivity. Vibrancy. She has it all.
I wish I could be like her. Until then, the Facebook me has to continue our facade.
Rob Goss is a Tokyo-based writer. You can find him online at tokyofreelance.com.
We neared the scorching surface. A thin barrier of air kept the spaceship from burning.
We opened the door and released the trussed and blindfolded King. He disappeared in a cloud of ash and cinder.
The despot met his death. The world will be a better place.
We said so.
Gordon Miller is a visual artist and writer living in Oakville, Ontario. He has published Kokum’s Gift, a unique publication of Cree and Ojibway culture, spirituality, and tradition which combines art, poetry and a photograph collection. His second book, Gold and Salvation, was published in September 2015. His next book, The Adventures of a Boy Named Wish, is a creative non-fiction account of a boy living a carefree and idyllic life in Northern Ontario. His short stories, award winning poetry and artwork have been published in various magazines and electronic journals. Gordon has been a recipient of two Ontario Art Council publishing grants.
My grandfather admits he originated the practice of handing out contaminated treats. Razors in apples. Pins and poisons in full-sized candy bars.
The risk of being struck by a car is four times higher on Halloween. He hoped to persuade paranoid parents into keeping their little darlings off the street.
Over the years Bob Thurber’s work has received a long list of awards and prizes. His most recent book is a collection of brief stories titled “Nothing But Trouble”. Visit BobThurber.net.
Some form of dementia has stolen her brilliant mind
But has kindly left her beautiful soul.
From a hospital bed finally she knows no limits.
All worries, self-doubts have vanished,
Layers of life’s woes stripped away.
Her eyes filled with love, she sings and is happy.
Her truest self, revealed?
Lisa Lysen is having fun exploring her passion for words, hoping an adventure in writing may be somewhere in her future.
Mahmoud took a seat near the back of the bus.
“Muslim scum!”
He turned, seeking the source of the insult: a shaven-headed youth.
Mahmoud smiled. “Hello there, Jonathan! How’s the appendix scar healing?”
The lad, suddenly scarlet, looked aghast.
Mahmoud’s hospital pager vibrated. No rest for the wicked, he thought.
Jason Lennick is a word and image wrangler from England, currently residing in Denmark. He’s 100% organic and now completely gluten-free. Please check out his blog.
The story of the week for October 19 to 23 is…
A Fleeting Childhood by Jason Huynh
Jason crafted a potent mix of nostalgia and sympathy, setting a scene I could easily envision with some great descriptive language.
I took the chopped vegetables from the cutting board. Heating olive oil, I fried them with a pinch of salt and oregano, then added just the right amount of peri-peri sauce.
At dinner, hubby commented, “Amazing meat dish.”
I got rather puzzled.
Suddenly kiddo exclaimed, “Mommy’s missing left hand fingers!”
Paramita Ghosh is an ordinary lady who loves to read and collect knowledge in her spare time. She also loves sketching and painting.
She used to wish on snowflakes for a man like him.
Glancing over, she thought, I wouldn’t mind Christmas mornings with you.
Giving her heart to him like a gift-wrapped present, she watched him open it.
Then realized that it was Halloween and he had been wearing a mask.
Lauren Layfield is a senior Multi-Platform Journalism major at Sam Houston State University. She is the former Assistant Campus Culture editor at The Houstonian, SHSU’s independent student newspaper.
I never claimed to be a virtuous woman. You never claimed to be a rodeo man. Blinded by first impressions, holding hands with false visions, we ran off triumphant from the masquerade ball.
I never learned patience. You never lassoed my demons. But with naked acceptance we learned to dance.
Lee DeAmali resides in the Los Angeles area with a very patient man who one night a long time ago dressed as a cowboy.
The Labrador was the first of the dogs to wear the device, its barks converting to human speech. Just a single repeating word, really. Mel could hear it clearly from his desk.
The other dogs bared their teeth, and panic rose in Mel’s chest. It was only one word: “Attack!”
Daniel Pereyra is a Phoenix, AZ-based writer of fiction and poetry. He’s had fiction featured in the online magazine The Artist Catalogue and his poetry has appeared both online and in print. His poetry chapbook, Sunday Morning Ponderings, was published in August 2015 by Flutter Press.