This story is from the fiction contest NYC Midnight. They run different contests throughout the year with different groups of writers given prompts on genre,
Day 1: After two hundred seventy days hopscotching through space I’ve crash landed on a distant planet. My ship is destroyed beyond repair; indeed, I
I walk through the meadow holding my hands to my sides, the bluebonnets bending on their stalks as I pass barefooted through their masses. It’s
This story is loosely based on a personal experience during my first year in the army. Although my experience took place during peace time, the
I got the idea for this story during a conversation with a former co-worker of mine, about a creepy oddity she kept in her apartment.
This story was originally written for a contest that dictated the genre (horror) and had to include a watermelon and a bowling alley. Writers had
I wrote this short story for a contest whose writers had to compose a story within a 24 hour deadline. The prompts were to include
I look across our cage as mother comforts my eleven siblings, all younger than me and all badly frightened. As they should be. We’ve all
My day from hell began with the elephant man. He’s the guy who lives above me. Every weekday he wakes at 5 am and stomps
“Ravi had just worked a double shift and was having trouble keeping his eyes open.” The young woman spoke through her tears, arms folded, and
