by nat eastman | Jul 22, 2022 | Creative Prose, Creative Prose 2022
Ichor I don’t dance, but I did with him that night. The air hung heavy and hot around our heads, and little gnats glanced off our skin like pinpricks. Unwelcome, but no real blood drawn. Chatter and clinks from other people’s night floated out into the fading evening....
by Marlan Harris | Jul 22, 2022 | Creative Prose, Creative Prose 2022
An Ending “Are we allowed to be here?” I asked as I looked down into the hole that would be a grave in a few short minutes. He stepped in to stand beside me. “If not, they’ll make us leave,” he said. We looked around and there was no one to make us leave, for...
by Sam Carter | Jul 21, 2022 | Creative Prose, Creative Prose 2022
And the Smoke Rises A pigeon sits atop a tree and gasps for breath back. Novelist Richard Price once gave the advice that “The bigger the issue, the smaller you write. Remember that. You don’t write about the horrors of war. No. You write about a kid’s burnt socks...
by Joseph Paul Torres | Jul 21, 2022 | Creative Prose, Creative Prose 2022
Via Perpetua Upon the Aurès Mountains a d VIII Id Jan, VII a r c1 (8 January 256 CE) Numidia Modified after Karten von Römischen Provinzen (detail) from Römische Provinzen by Theodor Mommsen, 1921 via commons.wikimedia.org. © Bin im Garten. CC BY-SA 3.0 In 256 CE, a...
by Fiona Bewley | Jul 21, 2022 | Creative Prose, Creative Prose 2022
Uproots Photograph by Clarissa Fragoso Pinheiro The few tenants left on Piazza di Santa Maria awoke to find a fallen palm tree lying in the middle of the square. The wind had caught it. A second palm remained five meters tall on the opposite side, alone and defiant....
by Keaton Larson | Jul 21, 2022 | Creative Prose, Creative Prose 2022
My Heart Between the Seas I was the last child of four — and the hardest to deliver. I feel a little bad about this fact, but I was getting even for being the runt of the litter. Whichever part of me would turn difficult years later decided it’s best to get even...
