He was instantly in love. She knew his kind heart and said yes. She spent half a lifetime catching up.

Mike Sams lives in his head, which is geographically located in Townsville, Australia.

We love each other, physically, in our home. A woman outside taps on the canvas and says, You can’t do that here. No.

Maximilian Lloyd writes.

“Scrumptious,” Eve said and took another bite. “What’s in this pie?”

Adam bowed his head and looked away.

Behind him the serpent smiled.

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

He butt-dialed the suicide prevention hotline for the third time in a week.

Bruce Harris is retired.

Noah watched the waters rise, losing both her history and future, only comforted with the knowledge that humans can find beauty in anything.

Beth Blu (@ElizabethEBlu) nefariously plots novels then recklessly writes them.

I found my father on Facebook fifteen years after he left for the gas station and messaged him: Did you get the pack of cigarettes?

R. Castillo currently lives and breathes in Texas.

He loved her once. She thought.

Melissa Sterry likes both whiskey and talking straight.

We grew up craftsmen in an age of sadness, when happiness had become nearly impossible to produce.

Robert Hoekman Jr is an award-winning writer and editor currently focused on big stories in small spaces.

They said there was something new in her paintings afterward—something new in her old paintings. Context, maybe. Regret. And the faces.

Daniel Galef is landscape-oriented.

When I ask him why he drank the drain cleaner, he says: I hoped you would be the first thing I saw when I woke up in the hospital.

J. Bradley lives at jbradleywrites.com.