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Echoes

Mary Daurio·November 15, 2020

Echoes written by: Mary Daurio I accompanied my mother to reside at my grandfather’s secluded house in...

And That Is How It Is

Nishi Pulugurtha·November 11, 2020

And That Is How It Is written by: Nishi Pulugurtha @nishipulu My parents moved apart. That did...

Literature English

·4 mins read

Dissociation

Kruthi Onteddu·November 10, 2020

Dissociation written by: Kruthi Onteddu it starts with unanswered questions – what’s worse, words almost said or...

Poetry English

·1 min read

Wearing Smiles

Mir-Yashar Seyedbagheri·October 24, 2020

Wearing Smiles written by: Mir-Yashar Seyedbagheri @dudesosad Mother decides to wear a smile for Halloween. She wants...

Literature Halloween English

·1 min read

Trick or Treat

Phyllis Souza·October 20, 2020

Trick or Treat written by: Phyllis Souza Standing on the sidewalk, warding off the cold, Amon’s mother...

Halloween English Literature

·1 min read

Jeremiah

Eoghan Lyng·October 13, 2020

Jeremiah written by: Eoghan Lyng @eoghanlyng Did he come back today? It’s been two years apart, And...

English Poetry

·1 min read

In The Thirst For Freedom

Abdulrasheed Ibraheem Akande·October 9, 2020

In The Thirst For Freedom written by: Abdulrasheed Ibraheem Akande @aribAkande They joined hands to cook the...

English Poetry

·1 min read

The Dinner Date

Vandana Saxena·September 26, 2020

The Dinner Date written by: Vandana Saxena He went on a dinner date, with his lady love....

Poetry English

·1 min read

The Butterfly Pages

Valerie Miller·September 24, 2020

The Butterfly Pages written by: Valerie Miller @valeriegmiller The apartment fell silent and still as she pulled...

English Literature Featured Post

·14 mins read

Wild Child

Kelli J Gavin·September 7, 2020

Wild Child written by: Kelli J Gavin @KelliJGavin You wild child The child I dreamed of The...

Poetry English

·1 min read

Mother My Fortress

Orutt Kip·September 7, 2020

Mother My Fortress written by: Orutt Kip @oruttt If I were hanged on the highest hill I...

Poetry English

·1 min read

Let Him In

Florian Achile·September 4, 2020

Let Him In written by: Florian Achile @Florianachile My son! I heard you have been doing some...

Poetry English

·1 min read

I’m stranger. You’re Stranger. Together, We Are… Strangers

Dan A. Cardoza·August 30, 2020

I’m Stranger. You’re Stranger. Together, We Are… Strangers written by: Dan A. Cardoza @cardozabig It’s not easy...

Literature English

·5 mins read

Memory’s Box

Rahael Ngoh Manang·August 21, 2020

Memory’s Box written by: Rahael Ngoh Manang @rahmanang That lovely smile That beautiful heart Were all you...

Poetry English

·1 min read

After a long career tinkering in telecommunications, Jim Bartlett switched to tinkering with writing fiction, both requiring a stretch of the imagination. In the course of putting his fingers to the keyboard, he's been fortunate to have quite a number of his stories featured both in print and online in several wonderful publications, including a story selected for "The Best of Fiction on the Web, 1996 – 2017" anthology. While mentally he strolls along a warm California beach with his wife and golden retriever (shhh, she doesn't know she's a dog), physically they reside on a special little island in the Pacific Northwest.

Reaper by Sharon Frame Gay

As an orphaned son of an orphan, I always see the glass as half empty. I picture the water murky and lukewarm, a waterline etched below the rim. Maybe with an ash or two floating at the bottom, because that’s what I do for a living. I deal with ashes. The remains of the deceased. No matter how those who pass away see their glass, meager or full, they eventually end up in a satchel carried on my shoulder.
My business card reads “Morton Stark Transport.” I’m called upon to disperse the ashes of the dearly departed and honor their final wishes. People hire me to escort the remains throughout the world ...

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