For months the space next to me had been empty. Yet tonight, it was occupied by a stranger. My husband glared at him.
“How could you do this to me?” he whispered.
“Til death do us part,” I replied.
My husband glowered. His ghostly figure slowly disappeared into the darkness.
Patricia Santillan likes climbing up chairs because she is too short to reach the top cupboard. Because self-love is important to her, she loves hugging herself. Her most recent publications can be found in Leaves of Ink and Fairy Talez.
The oak stood tall in all seasons,
In summer, she rested in its shade.
In winter, the oak wished for her,
But never she came.
In spring, the oak was glad,
Until she turned up with another,
And as they sang happily under the oak,
It fell and squashed them.
Joey is obviously no poet. You can visit him at joeytoey.com
The gunshot echoes through the alley.
“That’s what you get for leaving me for this pig!”
She falls. He drops to his knees.
“Stay with me, baby, please! Don’t go!”
Sirens echo in the distance; too late.
His sanity is leaving him. Laughter fills the alley.
His lover is dead.
Alaina Umscheid is in 8th grade and loves to read and play her french horn.
When my mother fell pregnant, I wished for the baby to die.
My sister’s looming arrival changed us all. I pretended to busy myself with my toys as my parents discussed their problems. Another mouth to feed was too much.
When labour pains kicked in, I’d already packed my bag.
Mark Farley’s nose is to the NaNoWriMo
grindstone. His zombie novella “Grans & Ammo” is available on Amazon.
The girl was a slight and whimsical thing. Her eyes were shining river stones, her limbs pale like pliant birch in winter frost. We danced duets beneath spotlights upon lacquered stages.
Was she really so jealous? I wonder as she stares down at me, hands dripping with my scarlet blood.
Christine Nguyen hates being warm yet lives in Texas and dreams of owning a pet otter.
Friendship masked their rivalry.
Planned truancy, a bridge, and beer cemented the plan.
Rick muttered her name. Craig smirked: he had obtained the prize.
Rick, envy’s puppet, ignored his conscience. He would reclaim her.
Drunkenness settled; Rick’s hand to Craig’s back; a shove, and the end of a bitter contest.
Nicole J. Simms is a UK horror writer who also likes to explore other genres, such as crime and fantasy. She has been writing stories for over two years, and has so far had four short stories published, including “Caught up in Murder”, which can be found in the Dark Bard anthology. You can visit her at nicoles-designs.co.uk/NicoleJSimms.