By Aidan Jones Black clouds gathered over Wawel Hill, twisting like the dragon that, according to popular legend, had once called the hill home. All throughout Krakow, citizens cast worried glances toward the sky, bidding quick goodbyes to their friends as they hurried homeward. Certain there would be no more business that day, the shopkeepers in the Cloth Hall shuttered their booths. Even the old … Continue reading Storm Over Krakow
By Andrew Winter Mallery flung the map onto the dashboard, tearing it just at the point where a little dot said San Diego. “Why not just drive off the cliff right here and be done with it?” she said. Nub kept his eyes fixed forward, though he was not as calm as he seemed. “How many fights did we have growing up, and now that … Continue reading Creative Writing Awards: “One-Point-Two Inches from Eighty Feet”
By Elizabeth Hoppel “I am tired—that’s the trouble, yes…just tired,” she thought, sighing deeply as she washed the dirt from beneath her fingernails in a large ceramic sink, filled to the quarter mark with soapy water. In the window’s reflection she saw wrinkles drooping down her face, every line etched like a tally mark, won in thankless labor. She began counting her wrinkles with her … Continue reading Creative Writing Awards: “No Time for Sparrows”
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