Stories from
March, 2016

On the kitchen floor, leaning against the cold oven, she asked why he didn’t love her anymore. Her father said nothing.

Natalie Schriefer (@schriefern1) reads a lot and often forgets to talk.

He took a bus to the highway with a pack and a sleeping bag and nothing got better but some pretty important things didn’t get worse.

Margaret Killjoy (@magpiekilljoy) is a punk who writes things. Novel: A Country of Ghosts.

You returned to your happy life. A year passed. And another. Mine was still waiting for me.

Marcelle Heath is a freelance editor and fiction writer. She is currently serving as Series Editor for the Wigleaf Top 50.

Today I stepped from the ground and just kept going up. The clouds tasted more like pond than cotton candy. Geese are dicks. I’m going home.

Zebulon Huset still rollerblades & thinks you should too. He posts heaps of writing prompts at

The old man in the alley was black with flies. Dead or nearly so, but the tourist had to hurry to catch the bus to the Great Wall.

Justin DeFerbrache teaches English in Northern China.