Inside the girl’s head a fear grew larger.
As she stood waiting she wrestled with it. She fought it. It kept returning.
She glanced at her reflection and liked what she saw. It did suit her, after all.
Inside her head the fear of hats faded and she breathed again.
Dean Marriner is a production director at a design company in Newcastle, UK. He spends his spare time drawing pictures on old books and has only recently started writing mini sagas.
Editor’s Note: Cocklaphobia is the commonly accepted name for a “fear of hats”.
Olive the Ornithomimosaur was hurt, humiliated! A social outcast! She knew it wasn’t normal. She knew her friends would laugh.
Her mother had forbidden her to touch it. Olive would show her.
Olive stretched her tiny arms to her chin and yanked, and just like that, the feather was gone.
Catherine Sevenhuysen is an aspiring actor from Nanaimo, BC, and a proud Auntie to Calvin and Victor.
People ask me how I got my hook. I tell them that it was lost in a daring gambit to defend my ship against pirates.
That’s a lie. It’s true that pirates took my hand and gave me my hook, but…
Let’s just say that I buckled under peer pressure.
Brandon King is a volunteer for Leading Edge Magazine, an awesome sci-fi/fantasy publication that will publish and/or edit your short stories, poems, or artwork.
The girl just could not dress for summer. Her entire bedroom knew. It’d seen the fustrated flinging of sundresses, the disappointed stares into mirrors and magazines.
Finally, one scorching morning, she found her usual glossy substituted for Scandinavian Housing Bimonthly.
She left an OxFam bag of ugly t-shirts and flew.
Jessica Croot is a 16 year old high school student currently in the process of obtaining qualifications and rapidly losing hope regarding her later life. When not writing stories consisting of precisely 50 words she enjoys writing brief biographies about herself (and reading).
Mr. Mannequin was not a particularly outgoing person. He was more concerned with the latest fashions than with making social contact. He was content to let others pass by and stare (in jealousy of his fine wardrobe, probably).
On Wednesdays, he tidied his master’s secret laundry room genetic engineering laboratory.