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CAROL REEVES: Forever

November 6, 2024Artistic, SubmissionsCarol Reeves, cycles, human condition, natureTim

Colorful leaves drift on the pond like little boats. It’s fall and they’ve given their all. Mother Earth is calling them home—only to send them forth again in the spring, sporting new finery. Nothing on earth is gone forever, only rearranged. I find comfort in knowing that is so.


A prolific writer, Carol Reeves is loving the freedom and challenge of Flash Fiction. Her stories frequently reflect the vicissitudes and blessings of aging and can be found in Flash Fiction Magazine and 50 Word Stories. Carol’s memoir, “All the Little Miracles,” was published in 2022.

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DEBORAH TAPPER: Stars

November 6, 2024Adventure, Artistic, Submissionsantihero, crime, Deborah Tapper, human condition, viceTim

We counted bullets and money. Drank warm beer that fizzed sour across our tongues. Lay under wide skies and watched stars fall. You said they were bad souls burning, that I could wish on them.

I wish on one now, my cheek pressed against the bars.

Wonder if it’s yours.


Deborah writes at an old desk surrounded by five hundred pet bugs.

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JS O’KEEFE: Distance

November 5, 2024Artistic, Submissionscrowds, finding yourself, J.S. O'Keefe, middle of nowhere, solitudeTim

The guide told me we were already five hundred miles from civilization, four hundred miles from everything else. Any particular reason going further?

Next day I footslogged several miles alone, as many as my restive feet could carry me. I looked around and recognized the very place I always belonged.


J. S. O’Keefe is a scientist, trilingual translator, and writer. His short stories and poems have been published in Everyday Fiction, Roi Faineant, 101 Words, Spillwords, ScribesMICRO, 50WS, AntipodeanSF, Friday Flash Fiction, Spirit Fire Review, Medium, Paragraph Planet, WENSUM, 6S, Satire, MMM, etc.

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NICK YOUNG: Memory Redux

November 5, 2024Submissions, Touchingletting go, loss, Nick YoungTim

I sit at the same corner table of the same Upper West Side bar every chill autumn Sunday afternoon drinking the same bourbon listening to the same melancholy piano. And every chill autumn Sunday afternoon I realize the same thing—that she’s never going to walk through the door again.


Nick Young is a retired award-winning CBS News Correspondent. In addition to 50-Word Stories, his writing has appeared in dozens of reviews, journals and anthologies. His first novel, “Deadline,” was published in the Fall of 2023. He lives outside Chicago.

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TRACY ROYCE: Overdue

November 4, 2024Amusing, Submissionsaliens, cows, funny, science fiction, Tracy RoyceTim

X-P8 gazed skyward, tapping her hoof in a rapid sequence familiar to X-P12: “When do you think they’ll return? We’ve already gathered all the data we need. And I just hate this. It’s humiliating.” X-P12 tapped back commiseration. Meanwhile, the farmer squeezed X-P8’s teat, crooning, “Shhh, Bessie. Almost done. Soon.”


Tracy Royce writes prose and poetry in Southern California.

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TIM BOITEAU: The Mirror Man

November 4, 2024Artistic, Submissionsdivision, politics, populist, power corrupts, Tim Boiteau, unityTim

In the beginning he had ideals, a reason for delivering impassioned speeches before crowds, but all the handshaking and adulation and weather buffed him down to a surface smooth as a one-way mirror: on one side you see yourself in him; on another you only see your enemy, the other.


Tim Boiteau is an award-winning writer living in Michigan with his family. He is the author of three novels, most recently The Nilwere (Grendel Press, 2024). See more at timboiteau.wordpress.com

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STORY OF THE WEEK: November 4

November 3, 2024NewsTim

The story of the week for October 28 to November 1 is…

Habeus Corpus Ipso Facto by Bob Thurber

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EILEEN MARDRES: Grandma, how did you get from there to here?

November 1, 2024Artistic, SubmissionsEileen Mardres, human condition, looking backTim

By taking a long, winding pathway, eyes and heart open to the world and wonderous diversity of humankind and the beauty of nature. By traveling through a lifetime of adventure accompanied by loving family. Being loyal, being kind, taking risks, and embracing opportunity. Finding joy in life, parenthood, and you.


One of Eileen’s grandsons asked this question. It’s taken a year to find the answer.

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JAHNAVI GOGOI: Warrior

November 1, 2024Artistic, Submissionsbirth, determination, fear, hope, human condition, Jahnavi Gogoi, warTim

The father cut the umbilical cord even as the lights flickered. The newborn looked determined to survive. There was some perfunctory crying, but she calmed down as soon as she latched on to her mother’s breast.

“I will keep you safe,” her mother whispered.

Outside, the bombs had devoured everything.


Jahnavi Gogoi’s poetry has been published in Indian Review, Coffee and Conversations, RIC journal, Café Haiku, Presence, Five Fleas, Haiku Girl Summer, tsuri-doro, Enchanted Garden Haiku journal, Zen Peacemakers, Fresh Out: An Arts and Poetry Collective, The Daily Verse by The Wise Owl, Haiku Corner by The Japan Society, Shadow Pond Journal, The Leaf Journal, haikuNetra among others. She lives in a quaint town in Ontario, Canada with her family and occasionally tries her hand at fiction and essays.

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CHRISTIAN JACKSON: Waterlogged Lament

October 31, 2024Artistic, Submissionscharity, Christian Jackson, disaster, human condition, mercy, religion, twistedTim

Waves lapped against the cathedral doors. Inside, hymnody rose high above in-between tear-stained cheeks and upturned palms. As the song ended they quietly turned to listen at the doors. The only sounds were those of fading gurgles and lament. Finally, they no longer needed songs to drown out the beggars.


Christian Jackson is an aspiring writer, amateur theologian, and multidisciplinary artist from Milwaukee, Wisconsin. His writing has been accepted for future printing in a local Milwaukee publication. Jackson and his wife love to paint, read, write, and spend time exploring all the midwest and beyond have to offer.

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