After the hospital, the bookstore café beckons. The geezers have already gathered. Although they still do not offer him a seat at their tables, when he comes in this time, limping, they shoot him a longer glance than usual, which seems, he imagines, to confirm the likelihood of imminent inclusion.
Ron. Lavalette has been widely published in both print and pixel forms. His first chapbook, Fallen Away, is now available from Finishing Line Press, and a reasonable sample of his work can be found at EGGS OVER TOKYO.
“Happy birthday, sweetie.”
“Happiest of birthdays! Older and wiser?”
“Thank you. What a hilarious card you sent!”
The number of people was overwhelming. Gratitude intoxicated the ego and spirits soared. What warmth they—oops!
The fall of the mobile phone echoed in the empty room.
MJ Torres currently lives in Barcelona. A complete novice in writting matters.
“Welcome to our adoption center,” Mr. Blake ushers people inside.
Time to please them. Maya barks softly. Kenny shakes his tail. Misty shows her pleading face. I know these tricks, but my limp hind leg is too obvious.
Maya is adopted. To me, it’s just another day in my kennel.
Allison Xu is a 7th-grade student and a book review blogger. Read more of her work at brightbookreaders.com.
Although he’d never been
from any of the many
he increasingly found himself
at one end of the bar,
choosing to congregate
at the other, even if
half of them had to stand
reaching through the crowd
for their beer.
Ron. Lavalette has been widely published in both print and pixel forms. His first chapbook, Fallen Away, is now available from all standard outlets, and a reasonable sample of his work can be found at EGGS OVER TOKYO.
The A/C crashes and I am alone, wishing for love. The heat creeps in. I sigh, knowing sleep will be difficult.
My head hits the pillow and I stick my foot out for relief. I hear from under the bed, “I’ll always love you.” And then claws tickle my foot.
Lucas Chapman studies English and History at Saint Louis University. He enjoys eating toasted ravioli and running unnecessary distances.
Sunlight glistened off his forearms as he pierced the shovel through the dry ground. His face looked down, but his mind raced backward.
He opened the small box and peered in. The closed eyes of the only friend that truly understood him didn’t meet his gaze.
They never would again.
Ryan Ernecoff enjoys spending his downtime alone, typing on his computer.
Over starched white tablecloths and silver cutlery,
criticisms of local behaviour are discreetly whispered
by elegant, satisfied wives of corporate expatriates.
She sits silently, aching for inclusion,
but all too soon there is a flurry of air kisses
and she finds herself alone again,
walking slowly toward an empty apartment.
Lynette moves to a new country every two or three years and currently lives in Denmark, but calls the Mornington Peninsula in Australia and San Diego in the U.S. “home”. She has a Master of Arts (Writing and Literature) degree from Deakin University.
Percy peered out the window of his old, beat-up car, scanning the dismal grey plains. Rain again.
The endless prairie highways made Percy feel like he was constantly moving but never approaching his destination. To stay sane, he counted raindrops, trying not to think about who was in the trunk.
Bill never expected to find love.
He never expected Susan at the coffee shop to greet him warmly, smile eagerly, and wink at him while she made his latte grande.
Bill never expected it, so he ignored her, took his latte, said goodbye, and went on with his lonely life.
Chris Fries is a new writer, working to hone his writing chops. He is an Engineer by vocation, a guitarist by avocation, and a writer by compulsion. His writing blog is StratPlayerCJF.blogspot.com.
Ten minutes later, Jon was still staring into the open refrigerator.
“I thought you weren’t hungry,” Stephanie said.
“I’m not,” Jon replied, closing the door. “Ever wonder if it gets lonely?”
“The fridge?” she asked.
“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.”
The fridge tried not to cry.
Ryan Hall is a computer programming graduate student at the University at Buffalo in NY, hoping to go into game design. He started writing microfiction to deal with stress from programming projects.