- Mileva Anastasiadou | @happymil_
- Mark A. Morris
- Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
- Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea
- Silver James | @SilverJames_
- Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
- Eric Martell | @drmag00
- Anita Sabat | @anitaexplorer
- LT Dalin | @LTDalin
- Mark Ethridge | @mysoulstears
- Mary Decker | @mishmhem
Mark A. Morris
Kishan says: This was a well written work with a powerful message. Charlotte was relatable and I found myself rooting for her. Likewise, Dominic was easy to hate. The depth and symbolism in this short story was awesome. Great job!
Silver James | @SilverJames_
Kishan says: Ooh this short story was hawt! Wiz and Jen's chemistry sizzled. I loved how down to earth and relatable Jen was and then there was the incredibly swoon-worthy Wiz. It left me wanting more and craving a buttermilk spice muffin with pecans. Great work!
Mileva Anastasiadou | @happymil_
Kishan says: The author did a great job highlighting the narrator's pain, insecurities, and hunger for attention . It was well written and I was sucked in from the start. Another great read!
L.T. Dalin | @LTDalin
Kishan says: This flash fiction had it all: suspense, humor, love, and resolution. I enjoyed the descriptions and was sucked in from the very first line. I have to confess, at first I thought the conversation was between a man and his woman and was tickled to realize it was about a mother and her child and even more tickled to see how the child and mother reacted to the little girl's success. It was well written and a great read. Loved it!
«It doesn’t work,» she whispers. «I can’t.»
My smile is strained, yet I feel the muscles twitch in my cheeks as I work on sounding encouraging.
«You can do this, baby. I know you can. Just like we practiced.»
She lets out a scream of frustration, of anger, eyes filling with tears and her lower lip quivering.
«Baby, don’t cry. Its alright. I’m right here. I’m here with you.»
All the months of trying, of talking and preparing – this is the moment: on an absolutely ordinary Thursday.
I break eye contact to glimpse at my wrist watch: fifteen minutes. Is that normal? Should we take a break?
«Something is happening,» she says, eyes wide. Fearful. Excited.
My heart beats a little faster, but I daren’t move an inch.
«Just let it flow,» I say. Does she notice how my voice shakes?
«Mom! I’m doing it! I’m peeing on the toilet like a big girl!»
«Yes! You’re my bi-..» My voice falters as she subsequently stands up and jumps down from the stool, dancing.
The puddle on the floor grows bigger than the few drops that landed in the porcelain bowl.
She runs out the door, proudly telling her big brother, wet footprints everywhere.
I sigh and stand up, dutifully fetch the mop and bucket, before following her.
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