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The Nachzehrer

By Elizabeth Miller

May 4, 2015

Filed under Short Story Contest 2015

“My hands are caressing the stones, Their coldness piercing my skin and creeping to my heart, The obscurity mixing black and gray. My blinded eyes open theirs. Everything there is full of sorrow. Everything there is crying,...

Mad as a Hatter

By Amelia Woodcock

May 4, 2015

Filed under Short Story Contest 2015

“I can’t go back to yesterday, because I was a different person then” ~Lewis Carroll   It was when we sat down for tea that it all began. My life had been normal. Everything was in tiptop shape at the cottage,...

Safe Harbor

By Olivia Bietz

May 1, 2015

Filed under Short Story Contest 2015

I close my eyes. Everything is now bright and warm. I open my eyes. The sun! I stand beside a tree, and I look up. The sky is bluer than the crayon I use to color the pictures in my coloring book. There are big clouds...

The Art of Forgetting

By Jenna Chronister

May 1, 2015

Filed under Short Story Contest 2015

Grass covered in snow, covered in glass, covered in blood. My Cadillac, or actually my heap of burning metal, lays about ten to fifteen feet away from where my body lays. Well, what should be my body. Now it’s just a bunch...

Drifting Away

By Taylor Dixon

May 1, 2015

Filed under Short Story Contest 2015

Silvery flakes drifted down, glittering in the bright light of the moon. He stood there in the middle of the falling star like flakes, blue creeping up on his fingertips and lips. But, in his eyes, it was summer. The baby blue...

The Unmasking

By Taylor Hoover

May 1, 2015

Filed under Short Story Contest 2015

No one realizes that I am sick. Or at least, I think that I’m sick, but how can I tell? Maybe it’s just this house playing tricks on me. This house is evil. I can feel it seeping through the drafty, wooden floors and dripping...

The Cursor

By Chloe Makdad

May 1, 2015

Filed under Short Story Contest 2015

It blinked at her, the cursor did, as she sat in her desk with her hands hovering over the keyboard, inanimate. She simply stared blankly at the page, and when her eyes closed, she could still see the black line flashing, taunting...

Red, White, & ____

By Jack Murtagh

May 1, 2015

Filed under Short Story Contest 2015

The red rays of the setting sun were on the verge of abandoning the world to the night. He stood at the edge of the water, steel knife in hand, blade glinting in the last light of day. Silence smothered the air. His lungs pumped...

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