Every week, our IndieInk Writing Challenge draws the most brilliant and imaginative writers who craft the most creative and interesting posts — and many of these submissions just knock the editors’ collective socks off. And so, the editorial staff decided to get together and select one submission weekly to feature as our “Editors’ Choice.”
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“Don’t you think you’ve had enough?” Judy asked her husband expectantly.
Thom,…
Jed sat on his front porch, his chair tilted back on two legs, his feet resting on the rail, his eyes closed, hands resting on his chest, fingers laced together, as relaxed as any man could be on a Sunday afternoon. Read more
The door swung behind Sasha, pushing a cloud of cold air into the muggy afternoon. That had to be the worst thing about rejection–returning to the heat.
It has been difficult for months now, ever since my mom had had the stroke, the second one in the last few years. My dad died in the Vietnam War when I was just a baby, and so it was up to me to care for her. Read more
The blaring of the alarm clock jarred me from a deep sleep. Ughhh, morning already, I thought. Read more
The world around me is so quiet that I can hear the soft padding of the field mice as they scamper through the grass. The whole world hangs on a breath, waiting. Read more
Great story. You did a good job with the dialogue here.February 1, 9:00 am by Anastacia Campbell
