McGILLIGAN’S • by Justin Klose – Every Day Fiction
AFTER EVERY STORY HAS BEEN TOLD • by Thomas R. Long – Every Day Fiction
UNPLAYED • by Lucy Stone
The butterflies were in Anna’s head, not in her stomach — a swarm of glorious, golden images she couldn’t seem to suppress, even when she told herself to count sheep, or recite nonsense rhymes, to try…
THE WISHING TREE • by Lucy Stone – Every Day Fiction
JUST LIKE THIS • by Marion J. May – Every Day Fiction
THE MAP by Jennie Hunter
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THE WATER AND THE STONE • by Michael Long – Every Day Fiction
THE MELODRAMA GONE • by Anita Kane – Every Day Fiction
UNCLAIMED BAGGAGE • by Nick Bertelson – Every Day Fiction
PERIWINKLE • by Krystal Wolf – Every Day Fiction
JUST IN CASE • by Tamara Miller – Every Day Fiction
THE BETTER PART OF VALOR • by Tad Tuleja – Every Day Fiction
WHAT COMES AROUND • by Avery Mathers – Every Day Fiction
CHASE THE SUN • by Nathan Xie – Every Day Fiction
DEADLINE LOOMING • by Arthur Chappell – Every Day Fiction
IN THE EMBERS • by Ben Werdmuller – Every Day Fiction
LOBSTER DINNER • by Heather Wilson
THE ARTICHOKE DINNER • by Annie De Benedictis – Every Day Fiction
SILAS AND THE SEX TRADE WORKER • by Harold N. Walters – Every Day Fiction
I’m seventy-odd years old and know nothing about ladies of the evening. I’ve heard some of them have hearts of gold. It was my second night at the Ritz — I call all hotels I’ve stayed at since Inez died the Ritz because doing so tickles me. via Pock…
THE GLORIOUS TWELFTH • by David McVey – Every Day Fiction
In my hand I held a knotted pole, about three feet long and two inches wide. You could lean on it, use it as a walking stick, whittle it; most importantly, it had a square of coarse plastic sheeting nailed to one end. via Pocket
MR. AND MRS. ZORDOK • by K.J. Chiles – Every Day Fiction
Sheryl frowned. “I think we took the wrong turn. We’re supposed to still be in Spring Grove.” Sheryl flinched as Zordok fired the hovercar’s plasma cannons, blasting the sign and an unlucky squirrel into subatomic particles. She sighed. Nine disinte…
BURN • by Karen Bridges – Every Day Fiction
One early Monday morning in August, the air was already shimmering when Charlie came into work. He inhaled broiling asphalt and rubber, with a hint of smoke. Blinding rays glinted off rows of windshields. He rolled up his sleeves and cursed himself …
EVERY HOUR WAS WITCHING HOUR • by Leo X. Robertson – Every Day Fiction
After our first month together, Naomi said she loved me. I’m used to that. Not to say I’m special. At least not for the reason exes have always given — or would give, if they were honest. via Pocket
THE GAME IS ON • by L.H. Maxwell – Every Day Fiction
Ding-Dong! Ugh, I think to myself while walking, head cocked, to the front door. I lean back for one last glimpse of the television before reaching forward and turning the knob. “Trick or treat,” the children holler before the door opens fully. via …
HALLOWEEN RING • by Marie Anderson – Every Day Fiction
By the time Jack was driving home from work, costumed children were already crowding the sidewalks. I’ll go to the jeweler’s tomorrow, he promised himself. He patted the deep side pocket of his work jeans and felt his grandmother’s wedding ring amon…
SEPARATION IS BALANCE • by Mark Jedrzejczyk – Every Day Fiction
Tyler turned six shortly before his mother read an article about the benefits of camping. She pressured her husband to borrow $300 from his parents to buy a faded 1968 PleasureMate 12-foot popup camper from a classified ad. via Pocket
MY BAD • by Mike Pemberton – Every Day Fiction
Bob bent down on one knee and popped the tops on the last two cans of paint. He flipped the lids of “Royal Lavender” onto the canvas drop cloth and stared at a muddled mess of grey and white satin. via Pocket
TANNERY TROUBLE • by Ben Nein – Every Day Fiction
The abandoned tannery loomed above Gil Hadrian as he dismounted his horse. The windowless brick building still threw off the smell of stale urine and other chemicals, even after sitting unused for almost four years. via Pocket
THE FIRE • by Liz Betz – Every Day Fiction
By mid-afternoon there is nothing left of the garage but charred wood and heat-warped tin. Three firefighters, her mother and four neighbors speak of how lucky no one is hurt and that the fire hadn’t spread and that someone spotted the flames. The s…