A flash fiction story capturing the emotional toll of war in just 100 words. Mud, innocence, and the grim reaper collide in a powerful snapshot of combat.
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A flash fiction story capturing the emotional toll of war in just 100 words. Mud, innocence, and the grim reaper collide in a powerful snapshot of combat.
It was hard to remember my life before Pentecost. Some memories stood out—like the time I broke my nose playing jump rope, the ‘D’ my third-grade teacher gave me for cursive, and the merciless teasing we inflicted on our fourth-grade teacher. But everything else faded. One day, we were...
Originally written during a 2015 MFA writing exercise, this short story explores how to describe a location without directly naming it. Through memory, emotion, and sensory detail, a haunting narrative unfolds — followed by a mini-lesson breaking down the writing techniques used.
From fake smiles to emotional collapse, this darkly honest story reveals 7 brutal truths about burnout in customer service — and why walking out might be the win.
A haunting short story of faith, guilt, and quiet desperation. When all is lost, one soul searches for forgiveness in the silence.
After the rapture, two siblings struggle with guilt, fear, and faith. This screenplay explores their desperate race to the altar—and the silence that follows.
A flash fiction story unfolding over lukewarm coffee and sharp words. Set in a busy coffee shop, a writer overhears drama over coffee
One childhood memory still echoes louder than the rest—a single phone call that changed everything. In that moment, time slowed, voices blurred, and nothing felt the same again. This is the story of what I heard, what I felt, and how one quiet call carved itself into the center of my growing up.
Based on a real sixth-grade classroom disaster, this story follows one girl’s very public battle with a clipboard, a book report, and one very literal maintenance man.
I may not be a cook (ask my husband), but this easy homemade vegetable soup is my no-fail favorite. No dumplings, no stress—just simple, hearty veggies in a cozy, comforting broth that actually tastes good. Yes, even I pulled this off.
Agnes Elizabeth Franks Powell Peebles (1902-1979). She stood on the far right at my parents’ wedding–Grandma Peebles. In reality, she was my great-grandmother. Each year I would spend time at Grandma Peebles’ house. It wasn’t a very big house. It was a rectangular house with...
Editor’s Note:This post recounts my experience at a 2012 Garland County Library event featuring Mara Leveritt, author of Devil’s Knot, following a screening of Paradise Lost. It remains a pivotal moment in my exploration of the West Memphis Three and Arkansas true crime stories. The Garland County...
Growing up Pentecostal in a public school in the ’80s wasn’t easy. One courtyard moment changed everything — and made ‘holy roller’ unforgettable.
Looking back at the year 2011 clearly presents the argument for the old saying, “hindsight is 20/20.” There were some things I wish I had reacted to differently and others that couldn’t have played out any better. It was a short year, of course. Since turning 40, all years have seemed short.
Before my first 5K run, I used to notice how runners in the Olympics and at track meets looked so lean and perfectly in sync. Their arms and legs pumped rhythmically. Torsos slightly bent. Nostrils flaring on the inhale, mouths parted on the exhale. You could even see their abs expand and contract...
Vicky Edwards is a writer, storyteller, and lifelong observer of life’s everyday messes. She blogs about memories, grandkids, life, and all the weird little moments in between—some of it’s true(ish), some of it’s not, but it’s all accompanied by a tear or a smile. She’s written for The DeQueen Dispatch, contributed to national history projects, and served as an editorial assistant for The Lindenwood Review.