The Writer's Workout

Don't Steal My Wine by Madison Rayon Third Place Delaya settled against the trunk of a pecan tree and was doing an excellent job eschewing all thoughts centering around consequence, safety, and shelter from the coming winter. She had slept in a cave hidden by ivy for three nights, but it wouldn’t do for much longer. The air was thick with frost, and she had failed to bring a flint. From thirty miles away, her plush and warm bed beckoned to her. Delaya pressed her hand aga

The Lies We Tell Ourselves by Christy Hartman First Place Tammy's breath hung in the chill of the visitor’s area. A fifteen-year...

An Unforgettable Independence Day by Apoorva Goyal Second Place The school assembly hall was shining in the morning sun. The white...

Thursday by Christina Yang Third Place Jun has always said cities are dead in the daytime, but come alive at night. Blank stares and...

The Shark Mermaid by Thea T. Kelley First Place Nuénisht awakens in the underwater cave. Exhausted from her long journey, all night she...

Specters of the Sunrise by Mark F. Owens Second Place There is something magical about watching the sunrise over the sea. I can feel the...

On the Flats by Stephen O'Connor Third Place Eric Fallon was doing well that summer of 2004 on Ricky Anderson’s gill netter, the Lucky...