Fiction
Fiction: Yellow-Bellied Sapsucker
By Kelsey Ronan Dec 2010
The circulation desk began sending e-mails with the rising numbers of my overdue fines and by the end of January I accepted that I had lost the battle against D.H. Lawrence. I had been holding onto...Fiction: Lice
By Kelsey Ronan Mar 2010
Every Saturday morning I used to drive to the donut shop on the South Side, near the branch library. I'd have two donuts and a cup of black coffee, read the newspaper and drive back with an éclair...Fiction: Whitefish
By Jan Worth-Nelson Apr 2007
We sat across from each other at a burl table in the Brownstone Inn, a rustic place with great food in AuTrain, far from every place else in the Upper Peninsula. It was our first vacation together...Fiction: Slime
By Jan Worth-Nelson Apr 2007
"This is summer," Hazel said, adjusting her truly tiny sundress."What a bitch," she added, not bothering to look to us for a reply. "I just get back from New York where it...
Fiction: Fortune Cookie from the East Side
By Jan Worth-Nelson Apr 2007
Well I was out in California with my boyfriend when my ex e-mailed me that he was having a party, and would I come along with everybody else in what I've taken to calling our tribe, the tribe...Fiction: Toronto
By Jan Worth-Nelson Apr 2007
It is the night before New Year - Eve, and there - a pause in the city, as if everybody - afraid to start the party too soon. The bar is almost empty, so Sara and David settle at a table right in...Fiction: With swift, purposeful slices
By Nic Custer Jan 2006
With swift, purposeful slices of his mother's seemingly gleaming Cutco blade it would soon be over. The wounds flowed messy and brutal and with deadened emotions he hoped she wouldn't be...Fiction: Three Day Monologue
By Nic Custer Oct 2005
How could it be?2 days, 23 hours; wasted, lost, forgotten
That last hour of sweet gleaming light
What do I seek?
the blinding hues of that perfect sunset over Lake Michigan?
…or the...
Fiction: Round Robin
By Nic Custer Oct 2005
Those visions of the Eiffel, towering over passionate French lovers, with crystal clear skies letting the sun's sweet caress take away all their cares, in that Parisian rapture. That was...Fiction: In Harmony of Darkness
By Chris Ringler Jul 2005
The shell remains.They stare and probe, and ask, and tell and pull but the shell remains. A blank ‘whatever you say' gaze and inverted frown the response. A mask made of false memories.
And...
The Distance Between
By Chris Ringler Jul 2005
The sky opened up and nothing came down.She looks up and sees a clear, beautiful day, and almost laughs as the insults rain down upon her. She looks at her palms and wonders if they will bleed as...
Fiction: Broken Window
By Mark Osmond May 2005
Jack was driving down Interstate 80, thinking about Layla. After two years, she dropped him cool and unfazed like a clipped fingernail or a pound of fat."Bitches," thought Jack. "Their souls are...
Fiction: My Blood Brother and Me
By Mark Osmond Nov 2004
Damien Barnes said he'd kill me if he ever saw me again. I believe him too, because he's a lunatic. Principal Dunsmore kicked Damien out of school for peeing in the sink. That's not why he's a...Flickr Photos
