Fiction

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. I should never have bought this old thing from that creepy woman. Now I’m trapped in the mirror and that thing with my face is smiling at me over my husband’s shoulder.

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. The ‘thing” held tight as she tried to scream. She couldn’t escape, it was too strong. It dragged her away to never be heard from again.

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. Slowly, the hundred -year old lid traversed from a brief opening and widened as my heart raced, my brain trying to tell my feet to run. When I saw the fleshless fingers creep over the edge of the lid, my mouth opened to scream, but nothing came out as my lungs were held with one breath.

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.