By: Rachelle de Bretagne | 2010-05-28 | Short Stories Asingleredrose . He was supposed to be there at twelve. Amy looked around the station platform read more
By: Rebecca Thomas | 2010-05-28 | Short Stories Asingleredrose is all that Tina remembers now . It was given to her on Valentine’s Day. A gift read more
By: S N | 2010-05-28 | Short Stories “Ramya, please get the door. I can’t let these dosas burn.” Ramya shoved herself forcefully out of the armchair. read more
By: Pat Merewether | 2010-05-28 | Short Stories sunny places. The aging snow and ice along Dixie Highway had gone a dirty gray and the sky matched read more
By: Ryan Subong | 2010-05-28 | Short Stories At daytime, the sun above serves as sentinel to the rocks in their stillness, to the trees in their magnificence, to the flowers in their pulchritude, to the rushing brook in its fluidity, and the winds in their orchestrated symphony. read more
By: Barbara Combs Williams | 2010-05-28 | Short Stories The hospital corridor was silent as Kathy Packard stoically walked down the corridor to the maternity ward. She was expecting the frantic pace that television shows portrayed. Her favorite show, House, often had the doctor’s and nurses rushing around as if their tails were on fire. read more
By: Sadie Grey | 2010-05-28 | Writing & Speaking is ablaze with Mother’s Day flowers. Nora enters from stage right, carrying asingleredrose . read more
By: Rebecca Graf | 2010-05-28 | Writing & Speaking Beth sat looking at the boxes and trunks before her. Yesterday’s fight with her brother at the funeral still weighed heavily on her heart. He had decided that he did not want any of their parent’s things. Beth could have it all. read more
By: Rachelle de Bretagne | 2010-05-28 | Writing & Speaking The play starts in her old country cottage. Alice sits at the fireside, looking through an old photo album, accompanied by her nephew, Robert. Alice: This was your Uncle Jim. Alice shows him the photograph and Robert looks puzzled. read more
By: Ryan Subong | 2010-05-28 | Writing & Speaking SCENE I: (The curtain opens. A romantic music plays and eventually dies down. Lynjoy enters the read more
By: Robert Hunter | 2010-06-03 | Short Stories , "Karen! I have a tall caramel macchiato for Karen!" Hearing my name, I rose from my table and grabbed the read more
By: Crystal Ross | 2010-06-04 | Short Stories Green Eyes "What does he look like?" "Umm, I''m not sure. It''s been a long time since I''ve seen read more
By: Wayne K. Wilkins | 2010-05-28 | Writing & Speaking beautiful redrose , would be quite an accurate statement. Every flower has a root, yet the root of a romance read more
By: Arthia Nixon | 2010-05-28 | Writing & Speaking Thorne Gardiner always thought his sisters provided him with the best sort of humor on lazy Sunday afternoons. read more
By: Patricia Race | 2010-06-02 | Short Stories lawn. She held asingle crimson rose lightly between her fingertips waiting for the courage to let it read more