The calendar on the wall near the front door said it was late May. The kudzu on the mountain behind the café was as thick and as luxurious as could ...
She sits crossed legged; her camel hair slacks have stains on them. Her hair floats in old lady wisps on her skull, which is prominent. My mother we...
It all started at Ron Mercer's retirement party. I had been sitting on a barstool at the Rosewood Inn with Mary, my best friend and co-worker, watchin...
Spring arrived; it's about time! The snow is gone and it's time for sunny days and warm nights. Sadly, on this day, April 1, 2013 the weather was not...
As it turned out, the baby created itself without permission from either of them, announcing its existence in subtle ways after they returned from the...
Moyra Kincaid's bantam cock, Apollo, greets the dawn every morning with a cry far bigger than one would expect from such a little bird. On her eighth...
Marquessa was a woman so unique that as she walked down Via Regina Margherita to the subway station, each man's head rotated in her direction; eyes fo...
Darkness surrounded the ranch buildings. From within the house a lantern's feeble light shone through an open door and window. In this late hour the l...
It was the tingly glow of that December morning that awoke him from his daydream in his seat on a bus going to work. Oblivious to the others who were ...
"Well, of course, you can read," my father said. It was two days after my tonsillectomy and the boredom of my sickroom led to this discovery. He barel...
Clamped on the steering wheel, one hand is at noon, the other at six, and with a flick of the wrists you veer left off Old Grove onto Georgia Hill Road.
He touched me. Not in any way lascivious or anything. Just a simple soft brush across and down my shoulder in acknowledgement that he had seen me. No words were spoken. Just the touch. I loved him for that. I always had...
In this part of the country, winter had a way of sneaking up on one, killing the light, freezing the air and blanketing the naked trees in a leaden sh...
For at least 1500 years, clans of reindeer-herding and reindeer-following people roamed up and down the Yamal peninsula of northwestern Siberia, relat...
Hello Henry, is that you? Sorry, the sign-up sheet said you were six and you don't quite look... well, it's just those teeth. No, no, no, not a proble...
My father was a German-Ukrainian immigrant, a laborer who had married and in due course produced three daughters. Having weathered wars and oceans lik...
What MaryAnne remembered most vividly about those last few minutes alone in the fortune teller's stall was the smell, a sickening mixture of cheap per...
-1- Helen Isabel Waldenschmidt was dead, and she didn't look like herself. Her face was as yellow as chicken skin fresh from the freezer. Circus ...
I have made my bed in darkness -- Job 17:13 Nobody here is from here. That is what I like about LA. It is a good place to be anonymous. You can live ...
Most folks in town described Anita Perkins with peculiar detail. A few could talk about Anita for up to three hours without repeating a story, many co...
I'm already late to open the shop when I see that there's a police barricade down the road; sheriff's cars with swirling lights are parked at odd angl...
This is a regular column featuring original poetry and fiction by and for teens, provided by Figment, the online community writing site for young read...
This is a regular column featuring original poetry and fiction by and for teens, provided by Figment, the online community writing site for young read...
This is a teen-written article from our friends at Teenink.com. By NicoleG, Woburn, MA As I sat in the passenger seat of my mother's car, stroki...
This is the story of how I became omniscient. I wouldn't have become all-knowing in the first place if not for a nonverbal understanding that led to an oral fixation, and adultery that led to a haircut that influenced another haircut.
