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.” Read more
I’m a 25 year old orphan. Well, okay, not in the traditional sense. My parents are alive and well, I am just dead to them.
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I had hired him out of a mix of two things. I had hoped I was wrong, but I secretly knew I was right. 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.” Read more
Lyle got in trouble again, so Mom had to go down to his school to speak with his teacher and principal and some sort of social worker. These events used to scare me, but they don’t so much anymore. Read more
He slid down and sat on the floor, pressing his ear to the wall. Defeated, discouraged, and diminished, he could feel his chest tighten and his stomach rise to his throat as he listened without making a sound. He closed his eyes and held his mouth shut with his fingers. Read more
It’s like a terrible accident, with bloodied victims, in super slow-motion. So slow, it’s barely detectable. With every new sunset another piece of the relationship dies, decays, and drifts away. It’s unspoken; simply happening as if it were the natural progression of love. To stop having sex, to no longer hold each other in sleep, to skip the daily kiss goodbye…
But no one mentions the losses. Read more
In the south, a home’s porch is a respected, sacred thing often tethered to tales of tall glasses of iced tea or times before air conditioning, when there was such a thing as community. My parents have mostly been the vessels of this verbal legacy, instilling the value of a deep, wrap-around front porch. Read more
Great story. You did a good job with the dialogue here.February 1, 9:00 am by Anastacia Campbell
