Fiction

    I live in a modest home, alone; I inherited it from my mom. It’s in the small, cozy town of Arlington, Washington, which is...

    The stain had grown out of hand, Marcia Wilson thought raising her spray in the family bathroom. Black mildew that first covered a patch...

  Someone with a good heart, who could have easily gone on through the EZ-Pass lane and washed his hands of the affair, went out...

    Amis had been grazed to the right of his spine by a bolt of lightning when he was an adolescent. That was the side...

    Translated from the Arabic by Essam M. Al-Jassim   He woke up early, as usual, and slipped swiftly from beneath the immense pile of blankets to...

  Dad’s car had plastic seat covers and no seatbelts. Whenever he turned a corner, he would intentionally accelerate, and Brad and I would slide...

  It was a weekly treat for me to attend an elegant, afternoon, “High Tea” at the beautiful “Mark Hopkins Hotel” after church services across...

    Her steps, long leaps in the sky, allow her to travel miles in seconds. The wind that whooshes under her stretched arms tickles her...

  This is an allegorical fiction following a girl named Echo as she tries to navigate a city where words only have meaning in the...

  The lighthouse was built with faith and it was sturdy against concussions of doubt. It was weather-worn and stained with lichen, but age only...