A Tiny And Colorful Literary Journal

Best of 2015

“Best of 2015” stories were selected for their use of unique language, breadth of story in so few words, emotional impact, and the complex and original relationship of the titles to their stories. Congratulations to the contributors for spinning these powerful pieces that made 2015 sparkle here at Nailpolish Stories. To NS readers and contributors alike, enjoy, be inspired, and thank you for supporting the journal.

from January

Thinking of Blue by Sierra Offutt

The walls carry layers of navy, bringing midnight indoors. We spatter-painted the ceiling with stars; spattered each other with occasional love. The door’s shut now.

Sierra Offutt picked up a pen at the age of seven and never put it down. She has never believed in limiting herself to a single genre, although fiction was her first love. She now splits her time between writing, borderline caffeine addiction, and being an avid overachiever working toward three majors in Psychology, Creative Writing, and English at Widener University.

Banana Split by Barry Basden
The Asian war bride, waiting in a VA hospital for her husband’s death, thought again of her village, and banana trees that once grew there.

Barry Basden lives in the Texas hill country. He edits Camroc Press Review and is coauthor of Crack! and Thump: With a Combat Infantry Officer in World War II. His shorter work has been published widely, both online and in print. A chapbook of his flash fiction, Used Rainbows, was published in 2014 by Red Dashboard.

from April

Mind Your Mittens by Kelsey Dean

In Michigan we use our hands for maps.

My restless feet take me everywhere except home,

but it’s always here, always pulsing in my palm.

Kelsey Dean is essentially Pippi Longstocking, although her hair is not red. She tries out different careers by day and writes by night. She also paints. You may see some of her work on this page: http://kelseypaints.tumblr.com/. Kelsey is from Ann Arbor, Michigan, but is currently living in Istanbul, where she hopes to become a mermaid in the Bosporus.

Peach Perfect by Len Kuntz

Summers we picked fruit along with the migrants, mother sweet on the foreman, Dad just paroled, the sun a gold peach asking too many questions.

Len Kuntz is a writer from Washington State and an editor at Literary Orphans. His story collection, “The Dark Sunshine” debuted from Connotation Press last year. His work appears widely in print and online, and also atlenkuntz.BlogSpot.com

from July

Coming Up Roses by Madeline Mora-Summonte

Her grave, like the assault, is done in haste. She fights for life, shoving her fingers up through the dirt, seedlings desperate for the sun.

Madeline Mora-Summonte reads, writes and breathes fiction in all its forms. She is the author of THE PEOPLE WE USED TO BE: A Flash Fiction Collection.

Ski Teal We Drop by Georgene Smith Goodin

You’re the daredevil; I’m the audience.
I sip cider by the fire. You lie in snow, lips blue, neck broken.
Your poles snapped as planned.
 

Georgene Smith Goodin’s work has appeared in Alligator Juniper, After the Pause and Every Day Fiction. She has won the Mash Stories flash fiction competition and regularly competes in The Moth StorySLAMS. She lives in Los Angeles with her husband, the cartoonist Robert Goodin, and their two dogs, Toaster and Idget. Follow her @gsmithgoodin.

from October

Endurance Race to the Finish by Barry Basden

The Messerschmitt makes pass after pass at my wounded plane. But at the channel, the German pilot salutes and peels away. Rudderless, I struggle home.

Barry Basden is coauthor of Crack! and Thump: With a Combat Infantry Officer in World War II. His shorter work has been published widely, both online and in print. His latest flash collection is Wince.

Night and Fog by Sab Holzman

grandpa goes into
the living room
he talks about growing up
in nazi germany
i don’t listen
his furrowed hands move
like shutting doors

Sab Holzman is a creative writing student who enjoys magical realism and Seamus Heaney.

October, 2015

Three pieces by Barry Basden

Wild Blue Yonder

Through thin cold air, Luftwaffe fighters rise to meet you. “Stay alert,” you tell the crew, and give control of the B-17 to the bombardier.

Running with the In-finite Crowd

He rolls over, dives after the bogey, fires long bursts, screaming, “I got him!” They crash almost together: fireballs and smoke, enemy and new ace.

Endurance Race to the Finish

The Messerschmitt makes pass after pass at my wounded plane. But at the channel, the German pilot salutes and peels away. Rudderless, I struggle home.

Barry Basden is coauthor of Crack! and Thump: With a Combat Infantry Officer in World War II. His shorter work has been published widely, both online and in print. His latest flash collection is Wince.

Tudor City Teal by Damar Stone

Annoyingly poofy teal dress. Matching hair streaks.
I hadn’t broken Mother’s royal rules exactly.
She taught me to make an entrance unforgettable.
So, I did.

Damar Stone, believer that all stories connect.

Night and Fog by Sab Holzman
grandpa goes into
the living room
he talks about growing up
in nazi germany
i don’t listen
his furrowed hands move
like shutting doors

Sab Holzman is a creative writing student who enjoys magical realism and Seamus Heaney.

Two pieces by Tyrean Martinson
Seared Bronze
With pointed sticks, they roasted their marshmallows over a fire kindled by her stolen journals. She held the sharpening knife until it seared her skin.

Pyro Pink
When the pink-haired lady at the fireworks stand offered real adventures, Sam didn’t expect the dragon on his doorstep. Thankfully, he owned a fire extinguisher.

Tyrean Martinson, every day writer, likes tea and tales. Find her online at http://tyreanswritingspot.blogspot.com/

Five pieces by Cameron Filas

Fifth Avenue
I control fifth to the bridge. Everyone knows that. Except sometimes people forget. So I remind ‘em. Ask Slim Jim why he’s in a wheelchair.

First Timer
The couch was more comfortable than she’d imagined. She sat naked, nervous. The video camera stared at her. He approached. Easy money; for baby food.

Sandy Beach
We ran down the steps to the sand. There were shells, smooth rocks, and beach glass to be found; and maybe my first kiss, too.

Fierce, No Fear
“Attack!” He shouted. “Kill!” We replied, as we thrusted our bayonets into the tires; faux enemy that would not thrust back. We were brave warriors.

Devil’s Advocate
Lucifer sat cross armed in his seat as I pleaded with the angelic jury. “What crime has he actually committed? He didn’t eat the fruit.”

Cameron Filas loves the challenge of crafting a micro-fiction piece. You can find his other publications at http://www.cameronfilas.wordpress.com.

Mind Your Mittens by Anne Anthony
Sally shoved her mitten-covered hands deep into her coat’s pockets concealing the damp chocolate ice cream stains from the ladies at her diet support meeting.

Anne Anthony escaped New England’s dreadful winters when her family’s moved to North Carolina where she writes full time. When she’s not writing, she enjoys the company of her encouraging husband, her daughters, her mother, assorted siblings and her faithful English Springer companion, Luke, a merciless critic of her work who only pretends to sleep all the live long day.

Two pieces by JY Saville

Indigo
A bruise the colour of thunderclouds blooms on her leg, the tears fall like rain. I thought it was your favourite colour, her mum said.

Show Off
Natalie wore her new red swimsuit, shaved her legs with mum’s razor. Tom dived in the pool fully dressed and stole the limelight as usual.

JY Saville writes whenever she isn’t reading, and spends more time than is healthy blogging at http://thousandmonkeys.wordpress.com

Dream On by Shermie Rayne

Dust dances above the corn tassels. Breathless: I wait. Brakes squeak, rusty metal opens. Grinning, mailman Bob slides a thick envelope into my box. Breathe!

Shermie Rayne likes to use written words to ponder, push against, or relish in this journey of life. She’s finding that micro/flash fiction is an excellent medium to do just that. http://shermierayne.wordpress.com/

July, 2015

Wrap Me Up by S. Kay

The bot-written fake email is so touching, a spear-phishing campaign
nets a 15% click rate on hot malware links. People see hope in new
kin.

S. Kay writes one tweet at a time. Her debut book “Reliant” is
available for preorder at tNY.Press/reliant. Follow her at
@blueberrio.

Blue in your Face by Gary Treible

Shoes, socks, and the remote control lie on the crest of the dam.  The sun shines through the dryness of September, yet the water rises.

Gary Treible is from a place that doesn’t exist any more.  Seeking more substantial accommodation, he now lives in the Pennsylvania heartland surrounded by acres of Peppermint Patties, barbells, and pad mounted heat pumps.  His writing focuses mainly on short works such as lists, errata sheets, addenda, marginal notes, and greeting card platitudes.  He recently submitted a work to a web site.

High Roller by Rachel Dull

Steph agreed Brendan’s smoking jacket with a pocket for his vaporizer made him “classy as shit”, so she spent his weed money on toilet paper.

Rachel Dull is a professional data manager, classic over-thinker, and zealous friend. She is currently working on a novel by continually distracting herself with the quicker gratification of flash fiction.

Rose Bowl by J. Donnelly
He’s standing by the jukebox now, directly under the championship photo. Still, nobody recognizes Todd from his glory days.  All he wants is a drink.
J. Donnelly lives and writes in Astoria, NY. His chapbook on Amazon singles is called The ECW. Thank you for reading.

Yellow Brick Road by Michelle Wallace

Voicemail yet again.

Cut the call.

Dump the peace offering.

Wind scatters hundreds of marigold petals.

Sigh.

Pop a load of pills.

Road to oblivion…

Michelle Wallace is a writer-in-the-making, on a never-ending journey… a flash fiction junkie!

She blogs at http://writer-in-transit.co.za/

Two pieces by Madeline Mora-Summonte

Coming Up Roses

Her grave, like the assault, is done in haste. She fights for life, shoving her fingers up through the dirt, seedlings desperate for the sun.

Reflecting Pool

Lisa stares into the puddle. Her face is dirty and mean, just like Mama’s love. She stomps the water, sends teardrops of herself everywhere, nowhere.

Madeline Mora-Summonte reads, writes and breathes fiction in all its forms. She is the author of THE PEOPLE WE USED TO BE: A Flash Fiction Collection.

Burnt Orange by Luke Silver

“Why?” I ask.
He extends his arm and shows me blistered skin that pusses like Jell-O.
“Because I’d rather feel pain then nothing at all.”
Luke Silver is a Los Angeles native living in a shoebox in New York City. He has a blackbelt in Kung Fu and a very limited sense of smell. His work has been published elsewhere. He can be found on twitter @LUKEABRASSI.

Two pieces by Trudy Utterly

Congeniality is My Middle Name

Big grotesque faces. That’s what I see all day. They have spit on the corners of their mouths. “Keep the customer satisfied!” I tell myself.

Two pieces by Trudy Utterly

I Saw…U Saw…We Saw…Warsaw

There had to be over two hundred eyes in The Old Town Market Place that summer’s day. Yours were the only ones that were blue.

Trudy Utterly collects words, letters and punctuation marks by night, occasionally an umlaut or two, and by morning has stacked them into neat little stories in her head. Usually, by early evening, she sticks them to paper. When she is not checking her dots and tittles, she is performing in musicals in the kitchen, painting pictures on the bedroom ceiling or composing symphonies in the bathtub.

Ski Teal We Drop by Georgene Smith Goodin
You’re the daredevil; I’m the audience.
I sip cider by the fire. You lie in snow, lips blue, neck broken.
Your poles snapped as planned.
Georgene Smith Goodin’s work has appeared in Alligator Juniper, After the Pause and Every Day Fiction. She has won the Mash Stories flash fiction competition and regularly competes in The Moth StorySLAMS. She lives in Los Angeles with her husband, the cartoonist Robert Goodin, and their two dogs, Toaster and Idget. Follow her @gsmithgoodin.
Twp pieces by Joanna M. Weston
Blue Lagoon
dive me down among octopus
weaving through coral
catch a swordfish by the tail
swing by sharks before breakfast
then let me bask in sunlight

Royal

crown me with rubies and diamonds
with earrings of emeralds
necklace of sapphires and gold
a dress embroidered with pearls
but make my shoes comfortable
JOANNA M. WESTON. Married; has two cats, multiple spiders, a herd of deer, and two derelict hen-houses.  Her middle-reader, ‘Those Blue Shoes’, published by Clarity House Press; and poetry, ‘A Summer Father’, published by Frontenac House of Calgary.  Her eBook,  ‘The Willow Tree Girl’ at her blog:  http://www.1960willowtree.wordpress.com/

April, 2015

Three pieces by Kelsey Dean

Mind Your Mittens

In Michigan we use our hands for maps.

My restless feet take me everywhere except home,

but it’s always here, always pulsing in my palm.


Come to Bed Red

The color I wished I’d whispered in his ears.

But at sixteen, my cheeks

went cherry pink at the thought

and my tongue kept tripping.

Knockout Pout 

Her daddy wouldn’t pull the sled.  She had to drag it herself, eyebrows knitting curses, wondering if the effort was really worth a ten-second thrill.

Kelsey Dean is essentially Pippi Longstocking, although her hair is not red.  She tries out different careers by day and writes by night.  She also paints.  You may see some of her work on this page: http://kelseypaints.tumblr.com/. Kelsey is from Ann Arbor, Michigan, but is currently living in Istanbul, where she hopes to become a mermaid in the Bosporus.

Ten pieces by Len Kuntz

Starburst

They looked like that—minty-green, tangy lemon, plum-colored.  She tugged her knee-highs, hiding the bruises like a good daughter, beckoning her first boyfriend forward.

Firestarter

Summers we started fires.  Twig piles, then brush fires, abandoned barns behind our trailer park, empty residences.  The last one—our lives—smoldered longest of all.

Angelic Cynic

Slick lips, light as scarves or gossamer.  He took her that way, a new Houdini, made her fly.  He said, “Abracadabra,” and for once she believed.

Happenstance

In the office elevator he smelled garlic and shrimp.  She was older, her lips swollen berries.  He took them, said, “Marry me,” as she swooned.

Electric Red

My daughter paints everything fire-engine red—lips, lashes, hair, nails.  There’s a rough, new boy now.  “Don’t worry,” she says. “He’s nothing like you, Dad.”

Coconut Surprise

My daughter returns from the tropic tent with a tongue stud.  She says it’s to keep her focused, clicks the bead, says, “Or maybe ecstasy.”

Full Moon

The power’s out, everything frozen while moonlight lifts off the lake.  You take my hand and lead.  You kiss me hard, say, “Shut up, stupid.”

Scotch on the Rocks

He’s passed out, a polar bear snoring, Jimmy Fallon on TV.  You empty his half-empty glass in the sink, thinking half-empty, half-full, time to leave.

Rock Chick

My daughter visits: half-shaved head, studs where eyebrows should be, wearing torn fishnets and studded stilettoes.  She lights up a cigarette and I listen.

Peach Perfect

Summers we picked fruit along with the migrants, mother sweet on the foreman, Dad just paroled, the sun a gold peach asking too many questions.

Len Kuntz is a writer from Washington State and an editor at Literary Orphans.  His story collection, “The Dark Sunshine” debuted from Connotation Press last year.  His work appears widely in print and online, and also at lenkuntz.BlogSpot.com

Secret Stash by Dan Plate
In those days, Joseph used the wise men’s gifts to buy a set of tools, a solid workbench, and a string of pearls for Mary.

Dan Plate lives in Illinois with his wife and three kids, teaching and indulging an interest in everything mathematical.

Lady Godiva by Kayla Pongrac

Lady Godiva slurps steaming milk from
a wooden spoon while I talk about
ceiling fans and garden hoses.
She ignores me. Burns her cold tongue.

Kayla Pongrac is an avid writer, reader, tea drinker, and record spinner. Her work has been published or is forthcoming in Vinyl Poetry, Split Lip Magazine, Oblong, HOOT, KYSO Flash, and Nat. Brut, among others. Her first chapbook is forthcoming from Anchor and Plume Press. To read more of Kayla’s work, visit www.kaylapongrac.com or follow her on Twitter @KP_the_Promisee.

Two pieces by Patricia Zoltan

Not Just a Pretty Face

Online Dating Service Entry Form

Account Name: Tart With a Heart

Age: Younger Than Springtime

Appearance: Funky Comes To Town

Occupation: Nail Polish Name Creator

Through The Fire

We were waiting for the train, starving and ragged but free, smudgy-faced, smelling like stray dogs. A woman in white, smiling, handed me an apple.

Patricia Zoltan is an Adelaide-based writer in South Australia. Her short stories have recently appeared in Bukker Tillibul, bukkertillibul.net, and on writersbillboard.net. Her story, ‘Violet and the Clairvoyant’ was the winner of the Flash Fiction competition of Writers Billboard in March 2015 and is available online, http://writersbillboard.net/flashfictioncomp.html

Patricia is also the Founder and Managing Editor of Tiny Bites, an online literary journal, dedicated to short fiction, tinybites.net,

which is now open for submission at TinyBitesSubmissions@gmail.com

January, 2015

Sew Psyched by S. Kay

Spam offers Xanax. She bites a nail, tiny flecks of “Sew Psyched” destroyed in actions that don’t quell anxiety, and plays music. Two months sober.

S. Kay is a serenely recovering @blueberrio. A sci fi book of tweet-sized stories, RELIANT, is due out from theNewerYork Press in 2015. Follow her at @blueberrio andblueberrio.tumblr.com.

Two pieces by Colin W Campbell

Borneo Lighter Green

In modern times in Sarawak, ever-so-pretty city girls hesitated to step into the dark green jungle. Then someone said it was only rainforest.

Borneo Butterfly Yellow

The brightest color of a butterfly fell in the eternity pool at Santubong. A special moment, rescued and free again. But a swiftlet ate it.

Colin W Campbell escaped from the day job in Scotland and now writes very short fiction and poetry in Sarawak on the lovely green island of Borneo and faraway in Yunnan in southwest China.

Banana Split by Barry Basden
The Asian war bride, waiting in a VA hospital for her husband’s death, thought again of her village, and banana trees that once grew there.

Barry Basden lives in the Texas hill country. He edits Camroc Press Review and is coauthor of Crack! and Thump: With a Combat Infantry Officer in World War II. His shorter work has been published widely, both online and in print. A chapbook of his flash fiction, Used Rainbows, was published in 2014 by Red Dashboard.

Flawless by Joyce H. Ackley

Her shrieks and the whoosh of the flushing toilet echoed off the tile walls as her engagement ring spun and disappeared. Farewell, perfect white diamond.

Joyce H. Ackley is a retired teacher who likes to write short fiction and articles. Her work has been published in Good Ol’ Days magazine, Aspiring to Inspire Women’s Anthology, and the online websites Romance Flash and Long and Short Reviews. Ms. Ackley is considering tackling a novel, but so far, her plans are still in the “thinking about it” stage.

Two pieces by Jayne Martin

Film at Eleven

A shiny, new tricycle on the sidewalk, abandoned. A single blue sneaker just inches from the curb. From the house, a mother calls: “Tommy, supper!”

Cheating Spouse Chai

The second hand ticks off another moment of my life. You arrive, flushed, rushed and unapologetic. I aim for your jewels, gently squeeze the trigger.

Jayne Martin is the author of “Suitable for Giving:A Collection of Wit with a Side of Wry,” a non-fiction humor essay collection available in paperback and digital. Her flash fiction has appeared in Boston Literary Magazine and won the fall 2013 WOW-Women on Writing Flash Fiction Competition. Her creative non-fiction will appear in the February 2015 issue of Hippocampus Magazine. She lives on a ranch in California where she indulges her passions for fine wines and critters of all persuasions. Since 2009, she has been sharing her views on everything from politics to private parts on her blog, “injaynesworld-where nothing is sacred.”

Thinking of Blue by Sierra Offutt
The walls carry layers of navy, bringing midnight indoors. We spatter-painted the ceiling with stars; spattered each other with occasional love. The door’s shut now.

Sierra Offutt picked up a pen at the age of seven and never put it down. She has never believed in limiting herself to a single genre, although fiction was her first love. She now splits her time between writing, borderline caffeine addiction, and being an avid overachiever working toward three majors in Psychology, Creative Writing, and English at Widener University.

Berlin There Done That. by Brenda Anderson

An old man shuffles past Alan’s bed. The name above his own is ‘Alan’. He spells out the wall plaque. What does ‘Dementia Ward’ mean?

Brenda Anderson lives in Adelaide, South Australia, writes speculative fiction and grows sunflowers every other year. She loves the offbeat.

Best of 2014

“Best of 2014” stories were selected for their use of unique language, breadth of story in so few words, emotional impact, and the complex and original relationship of the titles to their stories.  Congratulations to the contributors for spinning these powerful pieces that made 2014 sparkle here at Nailpolish Stories.  To NS readers and contributors alike, enjoy, be inspired, and thank you for supporting the journal.

from January

Altar Ego by Annmarie Lockhart

He knew I’d bail.
I got too much pride
to walk that aisle,
promise forever
with her standing there
carrying my flowers and
his baby.

Annmarie Lockhart is the founding editor of vox poetica, an online literary salon dedicated to bringing poetry into the everyday, and Unbound Content, an independent press devoted to poetry. A lifelong resident of Bergen County NJ, she writes two miles east of the hospital where she was born. Her words can be found at fine places in print and online.

2025 – Liberty Green by Kelly Shackelford

Masses huddle for the cleansing.

Liberty’s torch beaconing, Here, invaders shall hang.

Citizens chant, “Exterminate the parasites,” as Illegals tread by on Freedom’s death march.

 Kelly Haas Shackelford has been many things in her short life: preacher’s daughter, a domestic violence survivor, single mom to four, first female project manager in the largest steel company in the US, cat rescuer, word wrangler, and romance enhancement specialist (aka the toy lady). She has had over 50 pieces accepted for publication in various venues such as The Speculative Edge, The Old Red Kimono, Black Petals, and Every Day Poets. Currently, she is working on various writing projects between taking care of her 10 full time rescue cats and taming a feral colony.

from April

Big Money by Tyrean Martinson

When the terrorists shot down Big Money, she was hiking up her Franklin skirt to show off her thighs. She died alone under flickering streetlights.

Tyrean Martinson had to rifle through her daughters’ nail polish to find Big Money and Classic Coral, but she’s thankful she did. Tyrean has also written Champion In the Darkness, a fantasy novel, and other short stories and poetry. You can find her online at Tyrean’s Writing Spot.

Violet Flicker by Madeline Mora-Summonte

He holds out the bouquet, but he can’t reach across the chasm he created.

The flowers match the color of the bruises staining her skin.

 

Madeline Mora-Summonte reads, writes and breathes fiction in all its forms. She is the author of The People We Used to Be: A Flash Fiction Collection.

from July

Minimalistic by Emily Strauss

Weekend retreat—

women gathering eat

silence, the cat low

slung, with a bell

around her neck

ignores us all,

hears crows outside

the window, hisses

Emily Strauss has an M.A. in English, but is self-taught in poetry. Over 160 of her poems appear in dozens of online venues and in anthologies.  She is a semi-retired teacher living in California, and never uses nail polish, except on the floor.

Gray Area by Sarah Vernetti

They met in a group session, shared lunch in the cafeteria. Never broke the rule: no overnight guests. They married in the hospital’s serenity garden.

Sarah Vernetti is a freelance writer and mom. She lives in Las Vegas.

from October

Fierce, No Fear by Madeline Mora-Summonte

The biopsy needle slurps fluid, tastes tissue. Across her breast, bruises bloom like predatory flowers.

She waits. Considers options. Weeps. Regrets. Prays.

The phone rings.

Madeline Mora-Summonte reads, writes and breathes fiction in all its forms. She is the author of The People We Used to Be: A Flash Fiction Collection.

Teal the Cows Come Home by Brigitte Winter
Yeah, we’re disappointed.

Thirty-year journey to the colony. Three years of bioengineering.

We wait thirty-three years to see cows again.

And they come out blue?

Brigitte Winter is a collector and teller of stories, a theatrical director, a cookie baker, a wannabe world traveler, and the Executive Director of Young Playwrights’ Theater, a Washington, DC nonprofit that inspires young people to realize the power of their own voices through creative writing (www.yptdc.org). She has a passion for boundary-busting speculative fiction, and her current novel-in-progress is a pre-apocalyptic coming of age adventure. All of her celebrity crushes are on authors. You can follow her on tumblr @thebrigittewinter for anonymous magnetic poetry, errant street signs, and other word wonders.

 

October, 2014.

Twp pieces by Tyrean Martinson

Red Carpet
Glittering bright, she floated into awards. Hard as nails, she smiled at critics and laughed until she reached the safety of home.

Red Carpet, Take 2
“Mommy look! Come see what I made you!”
“For me?” she asked, following the red glitter trail to sticky heart hugs.
“Always.”

Tyrean Martinson hasn’t worn nail polish in years, but she loves finding the right shade for a tint of hint fiction. You can find her online at Tyrean’s Writing Spot.

Barbados Blue by Kymberli Roberson

The spell was blue. Blue like the sky when they met. Like the web cast over him. Blue like his lips when she kissed him.

Kymberli Roberson lives in Illinois where she is currently hunting down the goblins of writer’s block.

Shanghai Shimmer by Krystyna Fedosejevs

Shanghai nightclub. Men pay to watch her twirl in silky undergarments, skin shimmering with pearly sweat. Tomorrow, her teenaged sister’s toddler will be given dinner.

Krystyna Fedosejevs writes poetry, flash fiction and creative nonfiction. Publishes online and in print. Other places where she is published include: http://fiftywordstories.com/
http://www.100wordstory.org/3868/photo-prompt-the-woman-in-waiting/
http://www.hauntedwaterspress.com/Home.html
http://www.shortbreadstories.co.uk/#axzz37YreD9Jd
http://espressostories.com/
She is based in Alberta, Canada.

Teal the Cows Come Home by Brigitte Winter
Yeah, we’re disappointed.

Thirty-year journey to the colony. Three years of bioengineering.

We wait thirty-three years to see cows again.

And they come out blue?

Brigitte Winter is a collector and teller of stories, a theatrical director, a cookie baker, a wannabe world traveler, and the Executive Director of Young Playwrights’ Theater, a Washington, DC nonprofit that inspires young people to realize the power of their own voices through creative writing (www.yptdc.org). She has a passion for boundary-busting speculative fiction, and her current novel-in-progress is a pre-apocalyptic coming of age adventure. All of her celebrity crushes are on authors. You can follow her on tumblr @thebrigittewinter for anonymous magnetic poetry, errant street signs, and other word wonders.

Cocktails & Coconuts by Jonathan Hawk

I ogled Lillian’s breathtaking bikini. Icy rum runners in our hands. Warm sand swathed our feet. The tree above concussed me with a dropped drupe.

Jonathan Hawk is a sesquipedalian and “ugly bag of mostly water” from the Baltimore, Maryland area. He’s an avid free culture enthusiast and Creative Commoner. His stream of consciousness haunts Twitter as @doublecompile.

 

 

Pretty Positive by Nancy Smiler Levinson

The surgeon, still wearing his scrubs,

told her he was certain they got it all, until six months

later she found out that they didn’t.

 

 

Nancy Smiler Levinson is author of numerous books for young readers.

Recent prose poems have appeared in Poetica; Touch: The Journal of Healing; Vine Leaves: Literary Journal, and The Barefoot Review. Her book (for adults,)  MOMENTS OF DAWN: A Poetic Memoir of Love & Family; Affliction & Affirmation, is available via Amazon for Kindle, iPad, or computer.  She underwent breast cancer surgery twice while she was caregiver for her husband who suffered Alzheimer’s disease.

Two pieces by Madeline Mora-Summonte

Fierce, No Fear

The biopsy needle slurps fluid, tastes tissue. Across her breast, bruises bloom like predatory flowers.

She waits. Considers options. Weeps. Regrets. Prays.

The phone rings.

Strut Your Stuff

Parents point, annoyed.

Girls wearing pink tutus snicker.

Millie, stuffed into an old leotard she festooned with Christmas bows and Halloween fairy wings, twirls, jubilant.

Madeline Mora-Summonte reads, writes and breathes fiction in all its forms. She is the author of The People We Used to Be: A Flash Fiction Collection.

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