Lit Fiction

“Hurry, Emma! We’re running out of time!” Sharon shrieked at the young girl, no older than six years old. Her light blue dress hung...

In a fog of worry, I attempt to start over.  I’ve got my hands in the hands of a little guy, nine years old. ...

The challenge was to write a story close to 100 words that fit Germ's theme for the month: "March to the Beat of Your Own...

There once was a woman who lived by the sea. She was not very young, and she was not very old. She made decorative...

My second-born sister is a mystery to me, but kind of like in that pig Latin way. When she says something I don’t understand, I...

Kay’s dad had told her the night before that she shouldn’t go in the GM stamping plant. “It’s no place for a woman,” he...

Three teenagers stood around Dad’s rust-eaten truck. All of them wore suits, as though heading to a prom. Two of them leaned against the...

It is 2:31 A.M., and I am wondering where you are right now, my love.  Six weeks, six very long weeks have passed, and...

Michael's grandfather never said a word until they passed the lot where the old train station was coming down. Then he leaned sideways and...

I could sense they were looking around the room at each other, wondering why I was no longer talking. Some covered smiles with their...