- Mark Ethridge | @mysoulstears
- Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea
- Angora Shade | @AngoraShade
- Tari Jewett | @TariLynnJewett
- Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
- Simon Abernathy
- Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
- Keturah Lamb | @KeturahAbigail
- Mark A. Morris
- Silver James | @SilverJames_
- Mary Decker | @mishmhem
- Nellie Batz | @solimond
Anna says: His story was beautifully written and very difficult to read because of the topic. It was lovely in how it moved from hopeless to hopeful. A very sophisticated writer.
Keturah Lamb | @KeturahAbigail
Anna says: I really liked her style and it made me eager to find out what happened next with her characters. Melodic in its simplicity, good work.
Silver James | @SilverJames_
Anna says: Again, good handling of rough subject matter. You can tell Silver is an experienced writer, and the pacing was excellent.
Tari Jewett | @TariLynnJewett
Anna says: Tari's story had perfect economy, packed a lot of characterization into 250 words. It told me a great deal about the characters, but existed on its own, which is difficult to do in flash fiction. Brava!
She retched again.
Yeah, and vomit, she smelled like vomit.
“Water, could you get me some water?”
He leaned against the door, hands in his pockets and sighed from the exhaustion of seeing her like this. From the exhaustion of un-kept promises, and from trying to hold things together.
“No. You can get it yourself.”
“You’re not going to help me?” she dry-heaved over the porcelain bowl, stomach contents fully emptied.
He reached over her and pushed the handle flushing the toilet.
“There, I helped.”
“You’re mean.” She whined.
“You promised you weren’t going to do this anymore.”
“You used to love that I knew how to party.”
He ran his hand through his already rumpled hair.
“Yeah, I guess I did, but life can’t be ‘just’ a party. You need to have dreams, goals. I used to have dreams, but in the last two years, you’ve sucked them right out of me.”
“You used to love me.” She said, now leaned against the bathtub, sobbing. “You said I had a beautiful soul, you could see right into it.”
“I did, or at least I thought I did. I can’t see anymore.”
He walked out closing the door and leaving her to see her reflection in the full-length mirror. Make-up ruined, her favorite outfit disheveled.
Even she couldn’t see her soul.
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