creative-writing

  • Birchwood & Cargo (Riley Sailer)

    He stares at her. Then back to the blackening road. His eyes dart to the rearview mirror and her again in a cycle of confusion. His breath quickens and without thinking, his right arm drops, and the Tiago pivots into the shoulder. The stop is sudden, Saltz cries out in the back in protest as…

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  • St. Arnold’s Support Group (Steph J. Lucas)

    Six women who had each survived the worst night of their lives, sitting in a circle of plastic chairs on a carved stone floor, under vaulted arches sweating with damp, drinking tea and watery coffee from a church-hall urn. Somebody had hung fairy lights along the old stone shelves where the Arnold family had once…

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  • Written Author Inverview w/ Nadi Petrova

    Nadi Petrova, a novelist living in Bali, began writing at 45 after managing a family business for twenty years. Her novels focus on themes of love, family, and the absurdities of life. She emphasizes the importance of honesty in writing and finds fulfillment in connecting with readers through relatable stories.

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  • The Termination Protocols: ARC Copy Release Nov. 2nd!

    Find the ending embedded on the cover of The Termination Protocols to win a prize!

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  • Massage Ladies (Ashley Mangtani)

    My name is Nene. My ID card says Nai, the Thai word for Mister, followed by a long boy’s name my father chose from a monk’s list. I will not write it here, and no Thai law will let me change it.

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  • Pieces About A Small Indiana Factory Town, 1861-1984 (Samuel C. Hasler)

    Colonel Bridges laid my first brick; he slathered the first layer of mortar. To that mortar he added a strong dose of his spittle. From there I rose over the city of Jackson, absorbing it into myself until I became the city, serving to lift the effluence from the works below into the heavens above.

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  • Typical Heroism (Christine Larrieux)

    “I know darling. You’d let the world burn for me. But I don’t want you to. Please. Please.” “Why?” Why would she want to die? I held her face gently. She leaned into my touch.

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