By Ayla Padida Summer stood over her weak, sick mother. Lauren was too close to death. "Summer, take over the lighthouse while I am sick," she rasped, before handing a chain to her daughter. Summer nodded solemly, and exited the room, footsteps receding. She curiosly trotted over to the lighthouse across the road from their … Continue reading The Lighthouse Keepers
Dragon Rising
By L.S. Engler First appeared in Bowlful of Bunnies, June 2012 Possum, Rabbit, and Prairie Dog had all gone to the river to do the washing, and I had followed to watch them. The sun was bright in the cornflower sky, and hot, so after they had dunked the clothes in the gentle rushing stream, … Continue reading Dragon Rising
This Must Be The Place
By Brandon Sharp I’m not saying that there’s a convenient time for someone to die, but. This takes the cakes baked from Brooklyn to Barstow. I’m on schedule to the nanosecond this morning when my sister calls me and tells me Auntie died. Just like that she tells me, no warning. —Auntie Alma is no … Continue reading This Must Be The Place
Finding the Garden
By Detlef Wieck The walk back to the rectory seemed to go in slow motion. His shoes were little protection to his fee. The holes in the soles admitted enough water that it squished between his toes as he walked. The evening had been a bitter one with the loss of one of the wealthiest … Continue reading Finding the Garden
The Brothers Alpine
By Will Eaton The alpine moss held fast with white- and green- and teal-colored gnarled fists to the flanks of ancient glacial boulders as the snow beat all around them and as the wind howled and vexed the rocks to shake and stir and moan in the frigid night air. In the midst of this … Continue reading The Brothers Alpine
Across the Street
By Shrish Sivakumar and Soham M.P A pen slipped from my hand and struck the cold, hard tile. The sound woke me. I lifted my head from the desk, roused by the sound. The lamp was still on. Papers lay where I had left them, filled with handwritten notes I didn’t remember writing; time had … Continue reading Across the Street
Manolo Blahniks are not made for running
By Pablo Libedinsky “You don’t remember me, but I remember you,” the man said to Rosemary as he approached her table. She lifted her blue eyes from the laptop, took a sip of coffee and looked at him arching her eyebrows. “No. I really don’t remember you. What’s your name?” “Do you mind if I … Continue reading Manolo Blahniks are not made for running
Chapters of November
By Farytude Arthur Benette stood by the window of his cottage, watching the last leaves spiral down from the old oak tree. November had carried a weight for him these past four years. It was the month his wife, Margaret, had passed away. He had loved her dearly and could not seem to forget the … Continue reading Chapters of November
Horcones Glacier
By Jed Neill My hand stopped working ten minutes ago. I hope I’ve written everything down. It’s so hard to tell, the damn page betrays me each time I hold it. Shaking as if scared of taking note. The pen is somewhere here, let me have a look, hold my intentions will you. In the … Continue reading Horcones Glacier
Cassandra’s Portrait
By Jordan Miller CW: Self-Harm Deborah’s heart felt a warm pang of pride watching her daughter enter their new house. The house was beautiful, with a red brick roof, white panel walls, and a blonde awning delicately dangling over the gray wooden porch. The walls had large white windows with green outer trims. An array … Continue reading Cassandra’s Portrait
Academy of the Heart And Mind 