The Inktober prompts that inspired this piece were disgusting, slippery, dune, armor, outpost, rocket and storm. You would think getting caught in a sandstorm on a date would make it the worst date I’ve ever […]
The Inktober prompts that inspired this piece were radio, blade, rodent, fancy, teeth, throw and hope (Oct. 4-10). Lisa had been drawn to the record shop’s front door by the sound of music flowing […]
The wind wisped along the shoreline, snaking its long fingers into the crevices of the cliffs and ruffling the women’s carefully styled hair. On most days, the only creatures that accessed this small strip of […]
So I’ve got to tell you about these two sisters that live in my hometown. Mom says they’re two flower-children who didn’t know how to get on with their lives once the sixties ended. She […]
“give your daughters difficult names. give your daughters names that command the full use of tongue. my name makes you want to tell me the truth. my name doesn’t allow me to trust anyone that […]
“Today I am so sad that I feel like I will never be happy again,” read the cautious cursive letters in my old diary. The date was exactly five years ago. I remember that day. […]
This is the latest in TMN staff writer Allison Maschoff’s collection of short fiction stories. After months of intense investigation coupled with immersive study in Squeakonese, I finally have conclusive information to report to you. […]
This is the latest in TMN staff writer Allison Maschoff’s collection of short fiction stories. “Taylor, will you please turn off your alarm?” It’s more of a groan than a question, with fair reason. Taylor’s […]
I was standing in my new living room with my hair pulled up in a headscarf and strokes of paint marking my arms looking at blobs of paint options on the wall. Somehow I managed […]
She rolled her eyes and turned to go, to leave him there standing alone in the woods like the brooding bad boy character from a chick flick. Except he wasn’t misunderstood and she wasn’t going […]
“Where do you think you are? The fashion capital of Mars?” I identified the voice through the buzz of the school cafeteria before I had even turned around. Once I was looking him in the […]
It was dark and raining and my mind was going one thousand times faster than the car I was driving. I wasn’t in the mood to be in this kind of traffic, caused by late-night […]
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