Nanoism

I ask if it scares her, seeing him covered in IVs, and she says no. Then she looks up and beams. “Know what? I’m stronger than Daddy now.”

R. Gatwood is concise.

I’ve never played with Fire nor courted Disaster, but I admit that I have flirted with Death. What can I say? I’m a sucker for Goth chicks.

Merton Sussex is a Minneapolis-based copywriter, and a writer/editor at www.DiaryOfFools.com. He loves his wife, and his dogs.

A fob chain went under his vest, between ribs, to his wind-up ticker. Only after she left did he learn she’d stolen the key to his heart.

Abra Staffin-Wiebe (@cloudscudding): Publishing credits in Baen’s Universe etc, runs an SF/F/H writing resource.

My son’s third spring starts on the sidewalk: Daddy, I smell something. He leans into the hope and discerns it. Daddy, it’s grass!

Christopher Cocca: MFA at The New School. MDiv at YDS. Published at elimae, brevity, geez, pindeldyboz, patrol, slingshot, and others.

LaFayette Blues in a bar. Two young men cast looks over whiskey. The Ohio night sweats on outside. They leave separately. They are careful.

Dawn West (b. 1987) lives in Ohio and writes little things. Her work has appeared in Four and Twenty and Fiction at Work.

When the novelty wears off, she thought, there had better be something to take its place. She suspected it would be something even better.

JJ Sheffer lives, works, loves, and plays—and occasionally writes—in York, PA.

Pavlov’s daughter, the receptionist, wonders why every time the typewriter rings of its return, she craves chopped meat.

Ripley Patton is a liberated woman who loves steak.

“She fell on her bike,” the parents tell the nurse, but the imprint of a belt buckle gives voice to the truth.

Antonia Day has lived in Minnesota most of her life.  She is a mom, gramma, nurse, writer, owns a dog and a cat, and love flowers.

He came back from war different, quieter, but she still loved him. More, maybe. Once he shouted at her in his sleep, but she never told him.

Dom Turner is a programmer and photographer, and loves writing. He recently sold a story to Albedo One.

He wished he hadn’t done it. Or that she couldn’t read his writing. Or that she hadn’t found the diary. Any one of those would do.

Ray Templeton started writing in Scotland but now does it in England.