
Sofia was a storyteller. She lived in a hut at the edge of the forest, where she spun strands of words from the air and wove them into stories. Storytelling was a dying art, but Sofia kept it alive by …
Sofia was a storyteller. She lived in a hut at the edge of the forest, where she spun strands of words from the air and wove them into stories. Storytelling was a dying art, but Sofia kept it alive by …
If planet overheats, Green Life Insurance will decide cost claims.
Norbert Kovacs lives and writes in Hartford, Connecticut. He has published microfiction in Blink-Ink, Nanoism, 50 Word Stories, and Potato Soup Journal. His website: www.norbertkovacs.net. …
I am a skinny and awkward boy entrusted to my great auntie for the summer of my fourteenth year. I am out of place among the antiques in her river house, built just after the Great War, its wraparound porch …
At the end of July, Ida Lindeman was certain she had to tell Nack about Spearfish, South Dakota. At the start of August, she had decided, again, that it wasn’t none of his business.
Ida flipped the lights on. The …
Adam
It’s happening again. There is itchiness under my skin and tension in my muscles. It’s like some part of me wants to crawl out and away from her. I force a broad smile, looking her in the eye, because …