Amanda Le Rougetel lives on the Canadian prairie in a small house with ceiling fans, the windows open to whatever breeze can be caught because the bugs are almost entirely absent this summer.

I spent countless family dinners imagining her adventures. She’d chaîné down halls lined with gadgetry and tuck her feet into fifth position beneath an imposing mahogany desk.

This last year, she filed my taxes. I didn’t ask.

Jaye Kasey is a script and copywriter who loves daydreaming about the improbable and transcribing all of her most hilarious conversations into her notes app.

They keep glancing at my husband who watches from his lawn chair in the shade.

Desperate to earn their father’s congratulatory grunt, they struggle despite bloody hands.

I’ll bandage them after the game.

Trish Fegan is a former corporate communications professional who is now focused on writing fiction, aided by her muse, a feisty rescue chihuahua.

Astrophotography novices celebrating
the celestial nuptials between
art and science-
man’s miracle
of making the invisible,
visible.
Unaware that they, too, were being watched-
from afar.

Walking in nature, composing music and staring at the night sky are just a few of Melanie’s preferred pastimes. Occasionally, she may do all of these at the same time.

Alexandros Zochios is an aspiring writer living in Greece. His dog, Suki, keeps him company for the last 11 years. His wish is his works to reach out both International readers and Greek readers.

Kay Rae Chomic, novelist (A Tight Grip), and writer of flash: Ellipsis Zine, 50-Word Stories, LISP, Cheat River Review, Cabinet of Heed, Cranked Anvil, Five:2:One, On the Run, Streetlight Magazine, and more. Kay lives in Seattle dodging raindrops, and loves Motown music.

Then the shadow came — silent, hungry.

Others scattered, exposed.

He stayed still.
Invisible.
Safe.

Maybe he was never changing. Maybe he was always himself.

Kezang Choden is a writer who finds stories in the quiet, overlooked moments of life.

Neither ever told the other.

They would never talk about it again.

Two who had once been friends, fading out until nothing remained.

Two who had once loved each other, leaving each other behind.

There was nothing left.

There never would be again.

Nothing Remains.

John Olafsen is a young adult, gaining his footing as he explores the publishing side of writing. He has written over thirty short stories, has completed one full novel manuscript, and is working on multiple others. Someday, he aspires to have no more stories left untold.

Barb lives at the Jersey shore and gets inspiration from her house plants.

The summer he moved away, we kissed behind the bleachers. I found a fragment of me in his pocket. He couldn’t deny it that time–he’d stolen it the day we met.

Alyson Floyd is camping on a couch in Houston, Texas, writing odd little things for your entertainment.