Sinners and Saints
“Well, ain’t just you the little saint, Howard Heacock?” Daddy Sheriff sneered. “Always doing the right thing, the good thing. Read more
“Well, ain’t just you the little saint, Howard Heacock?” Daddy Sheriff sneered. “Always doing the right thing, the good thing. Read more
A chill Nor’easter swept through the clearing, sending shivers up my spine. I trembled and inched a bit closer to the crackling heat nestled safely within a ring of stones. Read more
By now, the principal’s office was as familiar to Bianca as her own room. The sports hero bobbleheads on his desk were to the point of becoming old friends. Read more
He told the most sarcastic of stories
and leapt the most fantastic of creeks Read more
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
“Attention Barnes and Noble customers, the time is now 8:45. Our store will…