Gonna lay away my fishin’ pole today. Life’s a dream and death an awakenin’, they say.
Well she’s gone and it’s too hot and I’m awake, alone here in these mosquitoes and weeds. This’s a quiet spot, but quiet don’t meet my needs.
Gonna lay away my fishin’ pole today.
Christian Linville is a native Oklahoman living in the western desert. His other work has appeared in Corium Magazine.
He would watch from the balcony. He could see the deep, blue ocean and mystical creatures living deep below.
None of the creatures really liked him. No one liked him. He was all alone, with no one to talk to.
All he felt was emptiness.
“Help me,” he whispered quietly.
Lauren Kelly wrote this story.
The beast resided under the bridge that was his captive,
Destined to frighten all who passed.
He longed to feel the warmth of another creature besides the blindingly beautiful sun and dance with someone other than the cold bitter wind.
Footsteps sounded from above his home.
His roar was heard.
Holly Coombs is a high school student with a passion for writing and an opportunity to share it.
Fabio stands by the punch bowl, the loud bass pounding in his ears. Lillian is on the other side of the room laughing loudly at Sebastian’s jokes. His heart twists with sadness. She will never notice him.
A silent tear slips down his cheek into the punch. Now it’s salty.
Jessica Larsen has been teaching Language Arts to middle school students for eight years. She met her husband while waiting in line at the post office. In her spare time, she loves to write stories, run, and go to movies by herself.
He knew it was a blessing to be special, to stand out, but sometimes it could be very isolating. Though surrounded by a sea of people, he felt alone, like a cabbage in a field of lettuce.
Plus this old Ukrainian lady kept trying to make soup out of him.
This story is based on a title suggested by @KatieInTheAttic.