'Okay Then', by Jeff Hazlett
Yes, he was trying to be a writer. And he was always trying to make something out of nothing whenever the group got together. Sometimes for the sake of a story. Sometimes for the sake of having something to say, something to contribute. He didn’t swim, he skipped the speedboat rides, he always showed up single, the odd man out, and his life was so different from everyone else’s. He taught kindergarten, of all things, and his days were filled with hugs and smiles and tears – and the never-ending need to invent and improvise in order to keep little hands busy. Since becoming a teacher, adult company had grown even more awkward for him.
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'Diana's Foresters', by Susan Shwartz
Shakespeare struggled up Gad's Hill. Settling his aching bones on the soft grass beneath an oak, he gazed down the road for Canterbury. Sweet Jesus, he was weary of this world.
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'Attenborough', by Andrew Hart
The two men sipped their tea ignoring the sound of broken hearts and souls all around them. And then once they had finished, they got on with their work.
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'The Staples Stories: I, II, & III', by Paul Illidge
I am the dead girl whose locker you spat on somewhere between recess and lunch.
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'(oblivion)', by Sophia Jamali Soufi
I have come late
too late …
to the place where lights
shine in no one’s name
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'Starfish', by Grace Stroup
I realized that maybe my Daddy hadn’t wanted to be a Daddy, that maybe my Mama didn’t want to be a drunk little lady, that Kira maybe wasn’t who she wanted to be.
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'Chapter 22 from Moral Quandaries of the Libertine', by Steven David Justin Sills
When the Ancient Greek philosopher Heraclitus said that no man walks through the same river twice I imagine that he meant that every minute that goes by the level of discrete molecules of this thing that we refer to as the conduit, or waterway, of a river, despite whatever arbitrary name we give to it, is different; and as his cynosure was exclusively that of the terrain of watery carbon mound, man, his real meaning was that no one is the same from one moment to the next.
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