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catherine-dudley's picture
Oct.07.2010
The mirror never lies. Every line and wrinkle; each tiny, barely visible fault is mercilessly and exactly reproduced in the reflection. It's enough to drive a person to insanity. Janelle never faced the mirror straight on. Rather she approached it from the side, sliding herself into view. She...
nancybrady's picture
Oct.07.2010
Annie loved school and couldn’t wait for the new year to begin.  She was going to be a third grader, and taking the long walk up the stairs into the old part of the school.  At the door of the classroom was list of students and seating assignments. It was easy to find her seat. She was surrounded...
patricia-hawkenson's picture
Oct.07.2010
The eyes of all assembled Writers met Oolian's eyes, registering her confusion, before reconnecting with their screens.  Who had written her path here?  Who among them betrayed them by giving a puppet the knowledge to enter their circle?  Fingers tapped frantically to retrace the source of this...
andrew-zimmerman's picture
Oct.07.2010
Lonny Lamaack was fed up with wishing time would stand still or that he could take back time he lost, so therefore, it was time to take matters into his own hands. He stared at a stranger in the bathroom mirror refusing to believe it was him—strands of silver dispersing through his hair and face...
fran-johns's picture
Oct.07.2010
Dishes done, table set for tomorrow’s breakfast, Madeline O’Shea climbed heavily up the stairs to her room. “G’night, dear,” her father called from his study. She did not answer. She dressed in the dark, trying not to touch herself, fat thighs and growing belly hidden within a flowing jumper she...
vivian-mcinerny's picture
Oct.07.2010
A friend of a friend gave me the number for an illegal sublet downtown and warned me to be discreet.  The landlord, he said, was a bit nervous. I phoned and was so circumspect the old man didn’t have a clue why I was calling and hung up twice. On my third try I just blurted out, “I want to rent the...
jeanne-bannon's picture
Oct.07.2010
  Something Precious I was awakened by a whisper. "She's here," the voice said. My eyes snapped open and a momentary confusion filled me before fear sent my heart tripping. Movement caught in the tail of my eye as she floated into my bedroom. Nothing more than a torso decked out in a...
kristen-anne-lao-as's picture
Oct.07.2010
  The windowpane was too blurry because of the thick water droplets plummeting from the skies that Emma could barely see through it. It was the third consecutive shower that week and everybody, including Emma, was slowly getting used to the days’ bleak and glum auras.   She stood there...
dijana-maric's picture
Oct.07.2010
*Scandalously Short Story Contest Entry*     John is quiet, measured in his speech, he takes time to think through his answers. I tend to get a cup of coffee and a slice of cake while he is thinking. Breaks up the staring into space. John has wispy blond hair, broad face and a slight...
carol-n-cronin's picture
Oct.07.2010
Before the last leaf fell, she would go.  Climb out of this bed.  Crawl down the narrow staircase.  Slam the door on sadness.  An ancient maple branch hung just outside her window, its bark as wrinkly and lined as an old woman's hand. If she didn't get out of here soon her own smooth skin would...