Category / Fiction / 2019 / Spring 2019

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  • The Mug – Katherine Haley

    The mug is everywhere. It comes in an endless amount of shapes and sizes, colors and patterns. You can own one, twenty, one hundred, and so on. The mug can contain coffee, or tea, or hot chocolate, or alcohol depending on your poison. The mug exists inside and outside of the home. It can be…

  • Mary Jane Cobbler – Jaden Rose

    Blood-red shots in glasses lined the wooden bar top. Outside dust swirled faintly, like ocean waves when they meet the sand, dying down and rising up again. Inside was mostly dust-free, except for cracks in the floorboards and little rims along the window sills. The glasses were always dust-free though. Al made sure of that.…

  • Angel Splinters – Chris Cleary

    Angel Splinters        Daddy’s cigarette smoke snakes through the branches of the white plastic Xmas tree. The dust of Route 11 kicked up by his flight spatters the ornaments and chokes the cherub atop surveying the scene below. Confusion balls up little Angie’s face. She could have caught all the dust and kept…

  • Kakku – Karen Frederick

    Kakku   “Get to Shore” We floated lifeless among pieces of our lives.  Sky and sea were black. The wind had died down a bit, the current curled ‘round our waists and pushed us further and further into the unknown.   By morning we found ourselves beached like great fish on a rocky black sand…

  • Donna Swift – Charles O’Donnell

      Donna Swift        Carl felt like he’d dropped into a sixties sitcom.      Fifteen minutes before the start of class, Carl sat alone, reciting a silent pep talk. He’d visited colleges many times during his career, often in his official capacity as CEO of a global company, twice to enroll daughters,…

  • Imperfect Routine – Sean Tate

    Imperfect Routine        The house was filled with the sound of aged pipes rattling as fetid and fresh water flowed back and forth to its destination. The walls, still unsure of themselves, creaked and groaned as the house continued to set after countless years spent within the concrete foundation. Sunlight cut through the…

  • When Life is Yaw by R.B. Frank

    The weather is temperate by the coast. That makes for temperate days, temperate husbands, temperate friends. When her daughter calls and asks, how are things, she would say, “Life is yare.” She felt it only appropriate to speak in nautical terms. And she would be sure to say “Yare” like Katherine Hepburn from The Philadelphia…

  • Yellow

    Author: Natalie Rae Mueller Grade: Freshman at Greenville College 1st place Live Arts Contest   Yellow They always paint nursing homes yellow. That yellow color of sunshine, or that new margerine that the world cannot believe is not butter. Everyone knows the color is a futile attempt to make the last place on earth any…

  • Haunted

    Author: Amy Solov Grade 11 at Oliver Ames High School 1st place Live Arts Contest Haunted The haggard man sat cautiously on the plastic seat of the train. He had a crumpled one-way ticket in his left hand, a small green trash bag in his right. The bag held what little belongings he still had—a…

  • Secrets of Eugene Onegin

    Name: Julia Fowler Year: Junior at Southwestern University 1st place Live Arts Contest Secrets of Eugene Onegin The air was full, and it was full incomparably, with light and clarity and wide open spaces of sound and color. Suddenly, all these things gathered together and burst apart, cut through by a single blank tone coming…