- Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
- Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea
- Nellie Batz | @solimond
- Jo Hawk
- Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
- Joe Hesch | @JAHesch
- Dr. Anita Sabat | @anitaexplorer
- Silver James | @SilverJames_
- Mark A. Morris
- David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig
- Marci Baun | @MarciBaun
- Siren X Star | @sirenstar
- Daelyn Morgana
- Louisa Bacio | @Lousiabacio
- Cara Michaels | @caramichaels
Ever says: What did Clarissa hear as she pressed her ear to the door? And how would it affect her? This piece stayed with me, reminded me how fragile childhood is and yet how resilient children are.
Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
Ever says: I enjoyed the split perspective here, how we’re allowed to see both sides of the story, and the kindness the caretakers afford their patient.
Cara Michaels | @caramichaels
Ever says: There’s something intriguing about a dragon (?!) trying to save victims of a fire. I want to know. Is he a shifter? Did he cause the fire? If so, was it an accident? What other specialized skills does he have – besides this hyper-sensitive hearing?
Joe Hesch | @JAHesch
Ever says: I immediately wanted to know what Ken’s question was going to be, and when it came, it wrecked me. I cried. I read it a handful of times and caught my breath every time. This is a beautiful and bittersweet piece.
Ken grunted and continued to busy himself with a pencil and marble notebook as they sat in his room at the Bitterroot Village Home. Finally, he closed his notebook with a thunderous clap, glanced menacingly at the earnest grad student and growled, “Okay, but when I’m done you gotta answer a question for me, too.”
“Sure, Ken. If I can.”
“Okay, it’s kinda like you’re alone in a library. Your mind’s like this huge history book. But it has no cover, no illustrations, tiny print. Its index pages are ripped out, so they can’t help you find what you're looking for. Doesn’t fucking matter, though, because sometimes those pages with the stuff you’re looking for are ripped out, too,” the old high school art teacher said.
Ashley clicked the STOP button on her phone’s recorder and said in a hush, “Thanks, Ken, now what can I do for you?”
The old man opened his notebook, flipped its blue-lined pages around toward Ashley. Staring at her was a stunningly accurate pencil portrait of the daughter he'd sent away Saturday in tears.
Ken whispered, “Could you please tell me her name?”
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