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La Escucho, Leah Ryan
La Escucho, Leah Ryan
Bryant Literary Review
When I started my career as a passionate photojournalist, I never expected it to be my demise. I was a naïve 20-something-year-old, ready to leave the United States and travel the world, capturing its majesty with the click of a lens. That was when there was beauty to capture…
Swimming Lessons, Rebecca Mear
I Am Not A Home, Kiley Mcaleer
I Am Not A Home, Kiley Mcaleer
Bryant Literary Review
I am from many places, but none of them have ever quite been home. A mint green house where neighbors are always yelling and my dad comes to visit for a few hours every other weekend.
Why I Cry For Little Girls, Julia Raboy
Why I Cry For Little Girls, Julia Raboy
Bryant Literary Review
I like working with little kids, and since I have been old enough to be employable, my main source of income has been from childcare: camp counselor, babysitter, nursery school “teacher,” etc.
Young Tragic Heroines, Elaine Little
Young Tragic Heroines, Elaine Little
Bryant Literary Review
The letter was addressed to Diane, predictably misspelled. It was from a postal box in a town known only for its prison. When she saw the name, Ben Strickert, she tore it open.
The Good Son, William Torphy
The Good Son, William Torphy
Bryant Literary Review
I'm on Trailways, staring through dirty windows at mounds of snow piled on the side of the road. I couldn't face everyone's questions, their judgments. Even Shirley at the bank gave me a suspicious look when she handed me my cancelled savings book and the $357.45 from my account this morning.
The Commandment, James Armstrong
The Commandment, James Armstrong
Bryant Literary Review
Brontë enthusiasts tend to be a bit fanatical. A university hosts their conference each summer, and grown men and women- not just scholars, but librarians and secretaries and retirees- pay for the privilege to live in cramped dorm rooms for a week, eat lousy food and attend lectures on Villette and Agnes Grey and storm imagery in Wuthering Heights.
Saying Goodbye In Brussels, Lawrence F. Farrar
Saying Goodbye In Brussels, Lawrence F. Farrar
Bryant Literary Review
It was a day like many others that had passed since Brett Smalley's arrival in Dusseldorf. It differed, however, in one significant respect for the sales representative of Chicago-based Windham Metallurgical, Inc.
Little Mercies, Terry Sanville
Little Mercies, Terry Sanville
Bryant Literary Review
I hadn't seen him in fifty years. But I still wanted to kill him. I didn't know when, where, or how. But the way of it seemed crystal.
Judge, John P. Kristofco
Judge, John P. Kristofco
Bryant Literary Review
Richard Witched noticed the small envelope in his mailbox right away.
It sat like a white raft on the sea of gray, brown, and beige detritus that
gathered, as it did almost every day, in his slot.
Prayer Of The Bell, Laura Bonazzoli
Prayer Of The Bell, Laura Bonazzoli
Bryant Literary Review
I guess you probably want to know how I got to be in a mess like this.
Lists, Michael Onofrey
Lists, Michael Onofrey
Bryant Literary Review
Earl has begun the prep work for painting the "foyer" of Bob and Lisa Kob's house, "foyer" a term Bob had used.
Birds Of The Black Canyon, Vicki Lindner
Birds Of The Black Canyon, Vicki Lindner
Bryant Literary Review
As they crossed the big mountains only she talked, hands off the wheel to gesture vivaciously.
Rising To The Call, Christa Albrecht-Vegas
Rising To The Call, Christa Albrecht-Vegas
Bryant Literary Review
Julie heard them calling: the high, shrill pinging of a thousand points of--not light, but tinnitus.
Wildfire, Charles Laird Calia
Wildfire, Charles Laird Calia
Bryant Literary Review
For months there was no rain or very little, the mountain grasses were dry, prone to lightning strikes and wildfires, and Frank could see the river far from his little cabin, just beyond Federal land, drying up before his eyes.
Death Comes To The Office For Daniel Downer, Jennifer Companik
Death Comes To The Office For Daniel Downer, Jennifer Companik
Bryant Literary Review
He might've dispatched one of his Angels to do it, but Death knew Daniel would resist, and his best Angel was on vacation, harvesting souls in Costa Rica for the next month, so Death resolved to take Daniel himself.
Tail Of The Comet, Peter Johnson
Tail Of The Comet, Peter Johnson
Bryant Literary Review
At 11 p.m. Lucille Gorski found herself standing in a cemetery next to a monument proclaiming, "Herein Lies Phineas McGee, Who Left When He Had the Chance."
Bamboo, Kerry Jones
Bamboo, Kerry Jones
Bryant Literary Review
Alice Tran was sitting in the lobby area just outside my office, waiting for me, a large paper bag on the chair beside her, her feet dangling from the chair she occupied.
Ride The Peter Pan, Allison Whittenberg
Ride The Peter Pan, Allison Whittenberg
Bryant Literary Review
There were times when it seemed like all the beauty was sucked out of my life.
One Survived, Shelley Joy
One Survived, Shelley Joy
Bryant Literary Review
He shoves the only cash he has at the Amtrak desk clerk.
A Place For Everything, John P. Kristofco
A Place For Everything, John P. Kristofco
Bryant Literary Review
"We're here with Dr. Joseph Ellis, Assistant Professor of Psychology at Redmond University, to talk about his research and his new book, A Place for Everything.
A Fitting Memorial, Roger D. Hicks
A Fitting Memorial, Roger D. Hicks
Bryant Literary Review
Ballard had already been sitting on the store porch more than an hour before Ep left his house across the creek for their regular morning conversation.
Ruffled Feathers, Murzban F. Shroff
Ruffled Feathers, Murzban F. Shroff
Bryant Literary Review
It was one of the finest buildings in South Mumbai
Where The Light Enters, Michael Pikna
Where The Light Enters, Michael Pikna
Bryant Literary Review
Max knocked lightly on Celia's door.
Dresden, Robert Kostuck
Dresden, Robert Kostuck
Bryant Literary Review
The mockingbird song is familiar, something from childhood; maybe a nursery rhyme buried in the deepest part of my memories.
Lavender Bride, Robert Kostuck
Lavender Bride, Robert Kostuck
Bryant Literary Review
Svetlana and Valery at the late edge of a summer weekend, aligned vacations, rented bicycles, wool sweaters, damp air spilled inland from the half-empty beaches.
Ginger, Charles Butterfield
Ginger, Charles Butterfield
Bryant Literary Review
After Sam's truck clears the hill, all Lucius hears is the cooing of wild pigeons in the cavernous haymow.
After Harry's Suicide, E. G. Silverman
After Harry's Suicide, E. G. Silverman
Bryant Literary Review
I had not dreamed, so at first I remembered nothing.
Ghost, Peter Barlow
The Mourning Cloak, Kenneth Vanderbeek
The Mourning Cloak, Kenneth Vanderbeek
Bryant Literary Review
David was not a careless driver, but he was not an exemplary one, either.