Category: Story Online

, | By Susan DeFreitas

[ August 3, 2015 ]

The Terrible Child

When we were young, we all believed in something called earth changes. The coming of quakes, floods, droughts—natural disasters in increasing frequency and severity—pole-shift and climate change. Things of this nature. But we were not afraid. We were so young then that we believed we cared more for the earth than we did for ourselves. …

, | By Jeff Fearnside

[ July 27, 2015 ]

Checkout

She wore a plain brown scarf on her head, dark crow’s wings of hair peeking out from the rough cloth, framing a pale, thin face. A young boy, with the body of a three-year-old but the large round head of a much older child, pulled at her skirt, also rough but with a bright, flowered …

, | By Nate Pritts

[ July 20, 2015 ]

The Letter

Sam brought in the mail just after noon on Wednesday, threw it on the table, and started to make some lunch. He didn’t sort through the envelopes until a few hours later. After lunch, he cleaned up his plate and put the long bag of white bread away. Then he got on a kick about …

, | By J Adamthwaite

[ July 13, 2015 ]

The White Stork

A stork on your roof is a blessing from God. That’s what everyone says. We can see the edge of the nest above us from our bedroom window, a shadow of twigs watching over our sleep. Sometimes she calls to herself, and it sounds like she’s firing machine guns out over Warsaw. Izabella has started …

, | By Zinnia Smith

[ July 6, 2015 ]

Sweet Virginia

It seems to me that much of my life can be reiterated with a few sentiments and phrases. There have not been many extraordinary circumstances—the only exception being a short two years that meant to me everything life could be. One day, I was born and given the name Lucy. I was raised in my …

, | By Sahar Mustafah

[ June 29, 2015 ]

The Great Chicago Fire

  His right eyelid was like an apricot pulp forgotten in the sun too long, its once inviting color long faded. My parents wanted me to call him khalo, but khalo meant uncle, and uncle was familiar, yet this man wasn’t familiar to me at all. Though he and my mother shared the same thick, …

, | By Pat Rathbone

[ June 22, 2015 ]

Monsters

Luisa eyes the asparagus I am preparing for our dinner. She says my kitchen is her cooking school—Maggie’s Culinary Institute, she calls it. I tell her she needs to secure more professional instruction before she quits her day job. She is the CEO of a non-profit on the other coast. She makes big bucks. I …

, | By Chris Wiewiora

[ March 30, 2015 ]

Submerged

In the tank, you watch the whale circle behind you. You tilt your head around trying to follow him in the water. Yellow streams of sunlight cascade over the black and white torpedo that is coming at you. Today, Dawn Brancheau will drown during a clear, sunny afternoon toward the end of the “Believe” orca …

| By Liesbeth Wieggers

[ March 23, 2015 ]

The Scent of Blond Curls

In the throng for the tram she allows herself to be pushed back again and again and ends up getting on last. Most of the passengers stay near the door but Esther presses her way through the tightly-packed crowd. It is drizzling outside and a layer of droplets glistens on scarves, jackets, people’s hair. Esther …

, | By Kevin St. Jarre

[ March 16, 2015 ]

Fishes and Time

Fish can drown. Well, they suffocate in water in which there is little or no oxygen dissolved but, technically, water suffocates humans as well. The gills of fish can even process oxygen from the air but the delicate structures dry and are destroyed and then the animal dies. We can’t take a single breath under …