by Ojaswi Sharma | Jul 21, 2023 | Creative Prose, Creative Prose 2023
The Summer I Bit Myself to the Bone On my knees in front of him, I try to picture him as an altar. I don’t pray, and I also don’t particularly believe in god, so the image shifts—more than I would like it to. Eventually, everything settles into one thought, one...
by Lisa Schantl | Jul 21, 2023 | Creative Prose, Creative Prose 2023
Nothing to Worry About “I’ll go and tend to the roses!” Gerald hitched up the rusty wheelbarrow and pushed it along the wooden path. He was headed for the bushes opposite the huge pit that evoked the shape of a pond. Swerving from side to side, he was careful not to...
by Emma Hardy | Jul 20, 2023 | Creative Prose, Creative Prose 2023
Nothing Ever Happens and I’m Not Allowed to Tell All the men in my life have problems that seem easy to fix, but none of them ever seem to fix them. I find it hard to empathize —at times. “I wish we only had to see each other once a week,” Paul says. He’s...
by Fiona Bewley | Jul 20, 2023 | Creative Prose, Creative Prose 2023
Neurotech Nightmare Bo didn’t know how long he’d been sitting on the cold tiled bathroom floor. Maybe five or ten or thirty minutes. He’d listened to the recordings over and over. His grandmother had been right, and he knew better now why they needed to keep...
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...
