The kids call the room “the meat locker.” It’s the only academic classroom in the basement…
Triage Teacher by Patricia Dubrava
Category: Creative Nonfiction
Is Danger My Middle Name? by Lee Stoops
I have stopped my motorcycle – killed the engine and jumped from it…Something on the road has grabbed my attention and my adrenaline floods
Almost Martyred for the Wrong Faith by Ian Rastall
Dr. Patel thought the Baha’i book I lugged through the psych ward all day was a Qur’an. So did the young Lutheran minister …
Charlie the Couch Takes the Final Plunge by Claire Asbury
We, the girls, had discovered Charlie – and christened him such – at the start of sophomore year of college.
Laughing in Navajo: My Journey to the Rez by Dorothy Brooks
I’d plopped myself down almost two-thousand miles from my snug Midwestern life on a sight-unseen Navajo Reservation in the Four Corners area of northwest New Mexico.
Wet, Dead Leaves by Shannon Fandler
Sean Dell was not like the other English majors at my small and not particularly diverse Catholic college. For one, he was older than most students..
Honorary Sister by Kevin Scott Phillips
I’ve never been what you would call manly. I’m short, kind of nerdy, never particularly athletic, unless you count a one-time, third-place finish in a regional Ping-Pong tournament…
Shattered by the Wars (an excerpt) by Hi-Dong Chai
The marching North Korean soldiers, with their machine-like precision and with rifles on their shoulders, were gone.
The Fig Thief by Rachel Blumenfeld
I visited Papa several times a day, sneaking him small cups of black coffee and pints of Haagen-Dazs chocolate ice cream.
Vanishing: The Anxiety of Geography & Genetics by Leslie Tucker
I smile like a mannequin, swallow the lump in my throat, yearning to squeeze him, fly him through the air … Gus, however, is digital, untouchable.
