magical realism
Sipping with Queens and Angels
Sipping with Queens and Angels written by: Pamela Ebel - Viv turned off 1-10 to the county road that led...
Mother Night & Wolf
Mother Night & Wolf written by: George Ro - When I was a child, I lived with my family in an orchard of persimmons. We were growers...
A Thimble-Sized Soul
A Thimble-Sized Soul written by: Olga Cunha - Artemy was born a large child, but with a tiny soul...
This is What Happens When You Write Too Often
This is What Happens When You Write Too Often written by: Derrick R. Lafayette - My days mimic the sky during the months when the green leaves fade...
The Mouse on the Hearth
The Mouse on the Hearth written by: Cathy Anderson - In the English county of Essex, but far from the coast and the cold North Sea...
Santa’s Dead!
Santa’s Dead! written by: Carmen Baca - “Santa’s dead!” came the cry from my vecina’s house. I’d been dumping trash...
Cieder Muld and the Boy
Cieder Muld and the Boy A Christmas tale written by: Pedro la Fuego - It was the night before Christmas, and the boy’s head was full of presents,..
The Leaves of Diablo
The Leaves of Diablo written by: Amy B. Logan - “It just ain’t right,” Sam muttered, looking out of the kitchen window. “It ain’t natural.”...
Pointing Fingers and Whispering Teacups
Pointing Fingers and Whispering Teacups written by: Dimitry Partsi - The Honorable Judge Alistair Finch rapped his gavel...
The Clock
The Clock written by: Mohamed El Houssaini - It was winter, the season of bitter winds and seductive sleep. In the village of...
Porch Pumpkin
Porch Pumpkin written by: Phyllis Souza - Jack comes to life on Halloween—a round, orange pumpkin. His hollow eyes...
Rainy Godmother
Rainy Godmother written by: Sharon P Wilson - It was a pleasant spring afternoon in London when Alice Green sat patiently on a park bench waiting for Ben...
The Leprechaun
The Leprechaun written by: Joe Brazeal Often, I pondered as a child growing up, Many mornings, I...
Whispers in the Downpour
Whispers in the Downpour written by: Peter Rehn - Chris stood on top of the hill, soaked by the rain, looking down at what had been a village...
