Jayne only vaguely recalls her grandfather coming to their bedroom door that evening, asking her and Evelyn to come to his bedroom.

One summer college weekend, I drove out to the Hamptons with my friend Barbara, in her car, to stay in a rental near the beach.

by Emily Rita Roche Emily Rita Roche is a Las Vegas native currently transplanted in evergreen Ashland, Oregon. She holds a BFA in...

by Lisa Ben-Shoshan Lisa Mellen Ben-Shoshan wrote and illustrated her first book, entitled Valentine Wish when she was in the first grade; her parents treasured the single edition. An avid journal keeper for many years, she parlayed her skills into a career in marketing communications in higher education and is now slowing down her life by working at Apple. She is currently working on her first novel, which examines the repercussions of a devastating act of violence experienc

by Linda Heller Linda Heller lives in New York City. She wrote and or illustrated sixteen childrens' books. THE CASTLE ON HESTER STREET is part of the third grade curriculum. She received a New York Foundation for the Arts Fellowship in Fiction, had an honor story in The Best American Short Stories, received a Literal Latte Fiction Award, and was nominated twice for a Pushcart Prize. She's had short stories published in Boulevard, the Northwest Review, New Letters, the Alask

by Kelsey Coletta Kelsey Coletta is a Rhode Island based licensed clinical therapist. She is a graduate of both Rhode Island College and...

by Cara-Julie Kather Cara-Julie Kather is a feminist theorist and writer. She writes to move through worlds of violence: to understand...

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In Silent Shadows Increasing in intensity Nightmares and Screams because the Instigator will not Let up Enclosing and Never stopping with...

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Only a Pebble Between Us I was walking my border collie through town today in the furnace of the noon sun, heading to the park just past...

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