Category: Fiction

Denmark, 1047 King Trond rose from his great chair as Holger entered the room. In his hunter-green cloak and sturdy staff in hand, the white-bearded king cut an imposing figure “Welcome my fellow; With the events of the past few...

“Screw the coyotes,” Suki said. “I want to see the meteor shower.” She grabbed her jacket, flicked the farm lights off, and slipped out the door. It was true that with the drought things came down from...

Cora Lynn Ramsey always started with the dirt. Before coffee, before checking her phone, before deciding if this was a day she could stand to answer anybody’s questions, she stepped off the porch and pressed her thumb into the...

On a sunny, late August afternoon, I saw my best friend, Jim, for the last time. To visit him, I had to cross a smooth, two-lane state highway that connected our town to lonely rural stretches. Another block away were the four...

I want to like working from home. For the most part I do. I can sleep later. I don’t need to change out of my pajamas. This is the first apartment I’ve ever had without roommates, too, so I should be able to actually focus on...

The following was an entry submitted to Galaxy Lit’s non-fiction writing contest: Contest Theme: An important event in your life Genre: non-fiction Maximum Words: 1000 words Submission Date (Earth Calendar): February 14,...

My hometown of Lansing, located at the extreme northeastern tip of Iowa, sits hard on the banks of the Mississippi River. It is the only section of the predominantly flat state missed by the last glacier, and hills, dales, and...

It was a single word, written in shaky cursive on a yellow sticky note, stuck to an elderly man’s fridge. David was his name. Grandfather of Sam. PROUD grandfather of his only grandchild. Sam had gone to USC, worked hard to get...

“Don’t I know you from somewhere?” The words sounded ridiculous coming out of his mouth; would’ve sounded ridiculous coming out of anybody’s mouth. There had to be a million ways to strike up a conversation, he’d defaulted to...

Becky wanted to love her baby. She really did. For nine months, she’d fantasized about the perfect little sprite who’d easily slip out of her and charm the world. That was the plan following an A+ textbook pregnancy. Becky knew...