Joey’s Hand
by Tim Leeming The last few words of the Monkee’s “Daydream Believer” floated through the dark room as Jeremy Kendall blinked back the drug induced sleepiness from his eyes to see the dimly lighted red numbers on the digital...
Read MorePosted by Fiction Contest | Apr 7, 2012 | Fiction
by Tim Leeming The last few words of the Monkee’s “Daydream Believer” floated through the dark room as Jeremy Kendall blinked back the drug induced sleepiness from his eyes to see the dimly lighted red numbers on the digital...
Read MorePosted by Fiction Contest | Apr 7, 2012 | Fiction
by Emily Knott You used to take black and white photographs of strangers. You hung the prints in your room like an amateur Diane Arbus, and the first time I saw the walls, layered with unsmiling people, I thought you must be...
Read MorePosted by Poetry Contest | Apr 7, 2012 | Poetry
By: Emily Knott Clusters of frog eggs ring the creek shallows like the black-eyed peas my grandmother served each new year, placed beside creamed spinach and an empty chair where her dead son Kenny would have folded his...
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by Dylan Magruder Hank and I snuck away from his house with two six packs of beer from the convenience store down the street and glasses we took from my cabinets. We had a tradition of going out into the fields next to his...
Read MorePosted by Poetry Contest | Apr 7, 2012 | Poetry
By: Judy Stadt Soon Far from home is where I’m going but I’m going to be traveling light Taking only a full bag of memories Soon When the time is right I’ll be ready for my spirit to take flight Cause I...
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by Sonya Once upon a time in a mystical land called Waikato there lived a wee boy with bright red hair called Padraig. Padraig lived high upon a hill in a beautiful purple castle with his mother and father and older brother...
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