He wrote stories, but they always ended with a predictable twist. Then he was hit by a bus.

Carl Gable is a writer. He’s not sure how it’s going to end.

The child said, “I don’t want to grow up and be drafted.” They told her not to worry because she was a girl. Somehow, that didn’t help.

Alisa Golden still worries at www.neverbook.com.

“That’s funny,” he said instead of laughing.

Paul Rondema lives in Portland, Oregon with his wife and daughter.

You’ll fall in love, and I’ll do the best that I can.

D.T. Robbins is okay. 

At the reunion, I smiled and told them about things I’d done five years ago.

Frances Koziar is a twenty-something retiree in Kingston, Ontario, and a microfiction editor at 101 Words.

We have received your resistance to authority and filed it with the appropriate department.

Lissa Bay is a rebel in Oakland, California.

My conversational ideal involves two chairs, burning wood, and a bottle. His: only screens and thumbs. So, no, we haven’t talked in a while.

Ben Roth’s fiction has been published by Flash, Blink-Ink, Sci Phi Journal, Aesthetics for Birds, Cuento Magazine, and 101 Words.

Mom’s letters stopped suddenly when I was ten years old. Dad didn’t say anything, but he bought me a Sony Walkman.

O.C. Dalvey writes simple sentences. And sometimes fragments.

She never told me she was married and had kids. OK, I admit I never told her I was married either. But at least I don’t have kids.

Steve Legomsky is a law professor. He has published several academic books and journal articles, a novel, and a few short stories.

He asks his wife at sundown if she’s married.

She reaches for her left hand, but when her answer comes, she’s alone in the room.

Esther Rohm is the average height of a woman.