NonfictionThe Watermelon You Couldn’t Bust By Bill Melton
Can you imagine the reaction of a father, told by his pre-teen son, that he couldn’t bust a watermelon? I was that son and still remember the anger in his face when…
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NonfictionPTSD & Me By Rachel Peck
I often wonder if PTSD is something that can bob on a wave; sometimes in the distance, sometimes crashing your rocks. I know very little about it. Except that I have it,…
FictionLetters from the Dead By Christopher Love
In the late August of 1944, my great-grandmother received a letter from my great-grandfather. He was already dead. He’d been killed a month or so earlier in the Normandy invasion. The letter…
FictionThe Oldest Bar in Alaska By Justin W. Price
He shot the whiskey, felt it worm down his throat and warm his belly. He asked for another. On a small stage, the band played Eric Clapton, but not with the passion,…
NonfictionConfession of a Recovering Mambo By Jackie Maugh Robinson
It happened when my boss brought two little gag voodoo dolls and a box of straight pins into our office, and hung them in the employee lounge. They were featureless little gingerbread…
NonfictionNever Take Candy from Strangers By Karin Britt Gall
I studied the eight by ten glossy, remembering the day it was taken. The photographer had positioned me just so on the wooden table. He fluffed out my pristine white and black…
FictionInescapable By Thomas Elson
I love it when I invade people and they’re still ignorant. They feel the need to rush off and learn all about me and their options. But you do know about me.…
FictionWhy Vincent van Gogh Only Sold One Painting by Martin Lindauer
“How come you never sold any of your work, Mr. Go.” “Call me Vince, young fella’. That way you won’t keep mispronouncing my name. It’s Gogh, pronounced Goff.” The young interviewer from…
FictionBonding by Mike Sherer
Have you ever had a little baby duckling cuddle up to you? I’m not talking about a pet. I mean an animal raised in the wild. A park ranger told me a…
FictionJoe and the Golden Retriever by Clive Aaron Gill
Tears trickled down Joe’s cheeks into his gray beard. The 75-year-old widower lay alone in a hospital bed in La Jolla, California after he had received a heart-valve transplant. Tubes in his…
FictionForever by Chanacee Ruth-Killgore
What kind of man lives near the ocean and can’t swim? He flinched uncontrollably at the thought, the flash of memory. He’d watched her drown, stood very nearly where he was standing…
NonfictionSmells Like Cookies – Tastes Like Fire by Lianne Kamp
A Childhood Mini-Memoir To me, vanilla is equal parts smell and taste. There are tastes and smells that have been a part of my life for as long as I can remember,…
FictionThe Seventh Crow by Chip Jett
One crow means sorrow, Two crows mean joy, Three crows a wedding, Four crows a boy. Five crows mean silver, Six crows mean gold, Seven crows a secret That’s never been told.…