Short Story: Tackling the Moving Stairs
by Karen Winters Schwartz “These here look to be your size,” said Mrs. Carson, after running her eyes up and down Linda. She handed Linda a plain white one. “I don’t know why I have
by Karen Winters Schwartz “These here look to be your size,” said Mrs. Carson, after running her eyes up and down Linda. She handed Linda a plain white one. “I don’t know why I have
by Barbara Conrey Ever wonder what happens when an editor suggests a scene be deleted from a manuscript before it becomes the book you hold in your hands? Sure, sometimes those scenes are never heard
by Claire Matturro (previously published at New Verse News) Maybe it started with that woman— the one in the fake Tudor—guiding her Escalade with Greenpeace stickers through the drive-thru in her fit of fury hunger on
by Claire Matturro Harold slumped in a red vinyl chair at the kitchen table, his cool cup of coffee shaking in his hands. “Careful, Hon,” his wife Rose said as she took the cup from
by Shawne Steiger Things that happen fast: Micah. His first steps. First word: Pretty. Turning three. Screaming, kicking, hitting while you try to breathe, try not to want to kill him, wonder what you are doing
The Hymns We Used to Sing by Claire Matturro (previously published at Topical Poetry) We were civilized as we walked.The food we’d taken with us, mostlyCheese, bread and dried meats, we shared.There was water, and as
A fictional short story inspired by Rachael Maggio by David Rawding Rachael worked chalk into her palms and clapped her hands together generating a plume of white powder. She stepped through the trailing dust