By Sam Hootman | Fiction | Henry liked his job. That surprised a lot of people. Working from ten at night to four in the morning was not a desired shift at the 24/7 gas station. The convenience store sat next to a big overpass with its six pumps. The area was rough enough that the urbanites that were pushing in slowly only stopped to fill up there when they really didn’t have a choice. But it wasn’t as dangerous as they thought it was.

By Jill Charles | Fiction | My name is Giselle, but no one in this house knows it. “Anna, did I tell you the story of how I got my name?”

By Priscilla Bettis | Fiction | Henrietta Armstrong sat her worn-out self in the old wicker chair on the porch. She squinted against the

By Noelle Wells | Fiction | To the young Pastor with the kind eyes who visited me last Thursday: When you stopped by you asked me to think

By JT Beatty | Fiction | “Father, you mind if I smoke in here?” “I’d rather you don’t.” “Well, there’s my first sin to confess."

By Kelly Ann Gonzales | Fiction | The week before Christmas, a thirty-one-year-old Dinah stood in front of her parents’ kitchen sink amongst

By Doug Brown | Fiction | The front door burst open. Conrad Doherty struggled to restrain the chocolate lab long enough to unclip his leash

By Margaret Bellers | Prose | I am a tombstone, hewn from a great mountain, chiselled and shaped so that I may roll into place. My purpose

By Kathryn H. Ross | Fiction | Vera woke with a start as if someone had shot off a gun. Above her, the blades of her ceiling fan were slow