Fiction

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” by Daltin Brock

They are everywhere and nowhere, yet they follow me wherever I go. They whisper to me at night, their words full of emptiness, rage and despair. So I watch my door, for fear that it might decide to open on its own.

 

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 best friend Tal was the first human to attempt it. He jumped at the opportunity to test out the teleportation device we’d spent the last ten years developing, working day and night, calculating equations, running test after test.

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 born at sea. My mother had recited the story dozens of times, never losing her air of drama. “The spray of the sea showered you before they even cut your cord. The first air you breathed, strong with salt and tar.” She used to call me her ocean child. Even the name she and my father had given, Kai, meant ocean. She always believed everything happened for a reason.

A 2016 Flash Fiction Contest Winner: Cowley Student

I laid staring at the ceiling, my mind fully awake, which meant another long sleepless night, a sigh passes through my lips.  I closed my eyes hoping sleep would come when a soft creaking sound broke through the silence of the room, I felt my heart stop as my eyes snapped open and looked towards the door. It was still closed. I must have imagined it, I thought as I closed my eyes.

A 2016 Flash Fiction Contest Winner: Cowley Alumni

Summer stepped out of the shower and grabbed the towel off the hook. She slowly dried herself while looking in the steamy bathroom mirror. Her image was hazy but Summer’s mind wasn’t. She thought back to her days as a young teenager when she was getting ready to meet her boyfriend, Austin. She would start two hours before he was to pick her up, getting showered, primping her long blonde hair into the long curled locks that Austin liked.

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.

Cowley Student (Vol. 6 - 2016)

Brushing my own brown hair behind my ears, I gazed at the lake in front of me.

The sun was just rising so the pink and violet hues of the morning was reflected on the calm water. The white sand underneath my boots felt soft, and my foot kicked a shell. Beaches around these parts were littered with the shells, some delicate, some hard as stone.

Cowley Student (Vol. 6 - 2016)

Charred, blackened earth crunches beneath me, crackling in the quietness like sharp thunder would after a brilliant lightning strike. Gray ash replaces the lush green grass that once grew on this lakeside and the blades left are brown and black and curled in on themselves, shriveled with pain. The water reflects the darkened sky above. Billowing smoke blocks the sunshine above, wafting up into the oxygen-deprived world around me.

Cowley Student (Vol. 6 - 2016)

Calvin was panting and had his hand on the doorknob when it was forcefully yanked away from him. His mother stood behind the door with a smile. He didn’t know what to make of this for it was quite the unusual event; very rarely would Calvin see his mother smile, and when she’d catch him watching her, her face would immediately become viciously scowl. “Sweetie! You’re home!

Cowley Alumni (Vol. 6 - 2016)

Lester tried to remain calm while standing on the wooden floor of the gallows. The black hood over his head and neck caused him to begin sweating. The beads on his forehead dripped down and stung his eyes. His bound hands prevented him from wiping the stinging salt away. He squinted hard instead trying to flush out the salt. He wondered how much longer before the moment came when the lever was pulled and he’d drop to the end of the rope around his neck.