Fiction

A Fall 2018 Contest Winner: Cowley Student

January 13th, 19XX

Finally moved in and unpacked. Took long enough; finding this journal in all the boxes was a nightmare.

A Fall 2018 Contest Winner: Cowley Student

Axton was the best detective that New York had to offer until the zombie apocalypse started roughly a year ago.

A Fall 2018 Contest Winner: Cowley Student

I woke up from the blinding sun flashing in between shadow’s passing my window, thinking "what the …”

A 2017 October Contest Winner: Cowley Student

I was up until four this morning. One caffeinated heartbeat away from cardiac arrest. The sweet relief of submitting my paper. But my English professor emailed saying to rewrite it. Again. 

A 2017 October Contest Winner: Cowley Student

Turn around, God damn it! Can’t you tell that isn’t me?! Pounding on the glass does no good, for some reason he can’t hear me.

A 2017 October Contest Winner: Cowley Student

She ran fast, trying to outrun the “thing”. She stumbled over a tree root and sprawled over the dirt. A scaly hand clamped over her mouth.

A 2017 October Contest Winner: Cowley Alumni

Nothing could diminish my goosebumps as I watched the lid to the wooden coffin in the old ruin’s cellar began to rise, emitting an eerie, hair-raising squeak.

Cowley Student (Vol. 7: 2017)

Looking up for the first time to really acknowledge me, he simply says, “I know you do.”  It was quiet, but very matter of fact and I couldn’t really tell what he was feeling, if anything.  What the hell was wrong?  I knew this wasn’t a good time to suggest a camping trip.

Cowley Student (Vol. 7: 2017)

A woman stands alone at the edge of a lake, looking up at the full moon through the bare tree limbs. Her strawberry blonde hair, slightly matted and sticky, whips around her delicate face in the harsh wind.  The sanctuary of the open lake on the uncharacteristically warm September night invites the women to take a plunge.  She strips down to her underwear, and dives right into the deep.

Cowley Alumni (Vol. 7: 2017)

“Her eyes were the color of faraway love.” -  Pablo Neruda, “The Fable of the Mermaid and the Drunks”

"What’s taking you so long?” She had asked, leading the way to the swimming hole. Her dark eyes tossed him an impatient look over her shoulder.

Cowley Students

Haunted

A 2016 Flash Fiction Contest Winner: Cowley Student

Once upon a time, in a kitchen just down the street, an epic battle was waged. A once proud race of noodles had been divided into two: the Elbowians and the Shell-Soldiers.

A 2016 Flash Fiction Contest Winner: Cowley Student

My bes

A 2016 Flash Fiction Contest Winner: Cowley Student

A rugged farmer waded through ankle deep water, carelessly soaking the legs of his suit pants. He came across a teenage boy sitting on a stump above the water.

A 2016 Flash Fiction Contest Winner: Cowley Student

I was