Fiction

A 2017 October Contest Winner: Cowley Student

I was up until four

A 2017 October Contest Winner: Cowley Student

Turn around, God dam

A 2017 October Contest Winner: Cowley Student

She ran fast, trying

A 2017 October Contest Winner: Cowley Alumni

Nothing could diminish

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

A 2016 Flash Fiction Contest Winner: Cowley Student

I laid

A 2016 Flash Fiction Contest Winner: Cowley Alumni

Summer stepped out of the shower

A 2016 Flash Fiction Contest Winner: Cowley Student

You stand and call to the ocean. Only persistent waves reply, lapping at your toes that are sinking into the sand. There is no voice. No voice that you swore you fell in love with, no body that you touched with your own two hands. There is no one. You call again. It is late and the sky is dark, so you are alone, save for the occasional small creatures that will scuttle past you. You should not be here.