Gavel falls. Life measured in years, not days. Marriage over.
Jennifer Myers has made a career in arts ticketing while traveling the world as part of the military family. She enjoys writing both short stories and novels and finds inspiration …
“I don’t want to die up here. God please help me. Help me!”
David pushed his back against the hard rock. He was perched on a rough narrow ledge on the face of Mount Kilmer. He pressed himself to the …
The cigarette smoke mixed with my breath in the frosty air as I stood outside the door. Glad I’d worn my coat, I wrapped an arm around my waist. Another party, another row, I lit another cigarette, slower this time. …
It’s mid-afternoon and off in the kitchen I hear the play-by play of a Giants baseball game coming from the bake-lite radio on the counter near the stove and the faint roar of the crowd when the Giants get on …
My son broke my heart today. I have kids, four of them to be exact. They range in age from four to nine and I have to say that they are some of the greatest kids I’ve ever met, but …
Pushy, demanding, debt mounting time-sucks. Here they come. The holidays.
Susan Sarver is a writer and painter based in Chicago. She completed an MFA in creative writing from Oregon State University-Cascades and subsequently wrote a book, Returning to College, Continuing to …
A flimsy wall of sanitized white cloth defines the narrow space, pretending to offer privacy. I peer around it at my grandmother, framed in the hospital bed. I grab at the wall suspended from its sterile alloy track in the …
Red, yellow, green, red, repeat. My gas-pedal foot is idle so I tap on the floor and rehearse the words in my head; Jeff works in Melbourne, he’s a doctor. Yes, Mom, Australia is a long way but we can …
The ghost of the Martian pirate boasted incessantly. In French.
John Adams is a writer, improviser, producer, and communications professional from the Kansas City area. His plays have been selected for the 6×10 Play Festival (2016 – Mission, Kansas), …
When Mahmud and Sam arrive at Aaron’s hospital room, the door is closed.
“I texted him this morning. He said he’d be awake when we got here,” Sam turns to Mahmud.
“Let’s check with the floor nurse,” Mahmud is already …