- Katheryn J. Avila | @katheryn_avila
- Dr. Anita Sabat | @anitaexplorer
- Silver James | @SilverJames_
- Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea
- Jo Hawk
- Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
- Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
- Mark A. Morris
- Joe Hesch | @JAHesch
- Nellie Batz | @solimond
- David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig
- Kel J. Heinen | @Aightball
- Cara Michaels | @caramichaels
- Torn MacAlester | @Torn_MacAlester
Cara Michaels | @caramichaels
Angela says: Cara Michaels wrote an intriguing story that has me wanting more. I want to know what happened between the male and Kathryn that lead Kathryn to dislike him to begin with and to change her mind, if only slightly. I want to know what the differences are between Old Earthers and...those who are not Old Earthers? And I really want to know if Kathryn can keep them both alive on that planet. I hope Cara finishes this story. I for one, would love to buy a copy.
Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea
Angela says: Bill Engleson wrote a story that resonates with so many of us across so many platforms. We've all done and said things we shouldn't have and wish we hadn't even as we condemn others for making poor choices while reassuring ourselves that we'd NEVER be so foolish. It's a rare thing to make the bad guy someone we feel sorry for, but Bill's done it tonight.
Mark A. Morris
Angela says:Mark Morris speaks directly to the greatest desire of every writer, regardless of genre. To have our muse before us, giving us that undivided attention so necessary to craft a true work of art while encouraging us with tales of past successes with other authors...my writer's heart was screaming, "YES!"
Joe Hesch | @JAHesch
Angela says: Joe Hesch touches on so many emotions in such few words. From inviting us to join this couple over a morning cup of coffee, to transporting us to the mountains of Afghanistan, from the connection between the soldier and his girlfriend, to the soul-deep connection those who battle together forge, we are guests in an intimate and painful dance. An absolute gem of a story.
“Do what?” I said, since I am a simple man.
“Why do you insist on using that cup every day? Even after you’ve washed it, it’s still a stained mess,” she said.
“Because,” I said, since I am a simple man and she probably wouldn’t understand my mansplaining.
“And that’s it? Because? What the heck does that even mean?”
“It means it’s more important to me than some shiny new cup. I’ve had this cup for twenty-some years,“ I said.
I stared into the coffee, black as the nights in the Arma Mountains, when to make any sound would offer Taliban fighters enough intel to blow you away, or even five of your buddies.
I was about to take a sip when Sara noticed more of the interior of the cup.
“I mean, look at that. It’s so scratched and stained, I don’t know what to say except ‘Why?’” Sara said. I’m sure she was just trying to plumb the depths of my male mind.
She was right, though. Its interior wore the dark scratches where thousands of turns of a spoon or field knife had stirred two sugars into it. If we had sugar.
Finally, I took a sip of my coffee and it scalded my tongue. Again.
“Damn it, Sara. I keep it because it’s important.”
“Gahhh,” Sara huffed and stalked away.
“If only…if I had held my tongue,” I thought. With Sara, too, for that matter.
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