Stories from
May, 2022

I never saw her again after that day. Not really. Life just got in the way. But it was a great party. Magical. Everyone loved our wedding.

James Patrick Focarile lives and writes in the Pacific Northwest.

The reason he called. He felt guilty about the fight you started.

Raymond Sloan lives in Ireland and writes.

She checked the numbers while he was upstairs. “Any luck?” Her heart skipped. They all matched. My god. “Nah. I do need to go out, though.”

@SimonKewin is the pseudonym used by an infinite number of monkeys who write from a secret location in the English countryside.

A prince walked in on his mother, the queen, with her lover. He said nothing. For love? No. He gained two allies that day.

Daniel Boyko is a writer.