By Noah BallardMining The Emeralds of Joy. The story.       “Every day, I am going to die, I think.” Manny said, settling his dusty pickax over his shoulder.       Milo, joy in his weathered,...

By Shira J. RodriguezAuthor’s Note: I owe this story to my lovely friend E.K. Meyer (ofwitandwrittenwords.com). Some time ago, she posted a lovely painting by Filippo Palizzi titled “Over the Wall” and wrote a short dramatised prose version of the scene and what the...

      By A.B. Swinborne    I was a daughter of the sun, ageless and ethereal. My very being was constructed from light, a light which I shone onto the edges of my world. A world I saw, but never touched. My rays reached them, giving them...

By Hannah HershbergerA boy sits alone on the beach in the predawn stillness, running his hand through the sand. It's cool, the sand, fluid like silk. Not that he feels it. He's numb, not the sort of numbness that comes from cold, but the blankness of emotion that...

A MILLION WORDSby ANN STANLEY    “I'm so sorry for your loss.”    “Do you have any plans for what you're going to do now?”    “He was such a nice boy, always smiling. Her only brother; it's a...