Week Twenty-Five: The Turkey Jive
By Curtis Edmonds
It was seven in the morning, and I was changing the baby’s diaper. Richie, thank goodness, is a good baby and seems to understand the necessity for diaper changes, although he doesn’t like it when I apply the cold butt paste, which is actually what it’s called, don’t blame me. The knock came at the […]
Memories
By Wayne Martin
The waiting room air was still; stark white walls leaching out any character the mottled green and gray carpet may have provided. Mercifully, the sound on the video was off, although the screen continued its display of fires, storm damage, flashing police lights, and other signs of tragedy. He slumped in a chair along the […]
PreTeena July 25-31
By Allison Barrows
July 25, 2016 July 26 July 27 July 28 July 29 July 30 July 31 <——- Previous week
Week Twenty-four: The Inevitable Endorsement
By Curtis Edmonds
I was getting used to the three o’clock feedings by now. We would get the baby up, Emma would feed him, I would burp and swallow him, and we would all try to go back to sleep. Then I would wake up at six in the morning, and drink all the coffee in the world. […]
Apply Now: The 2016 Calliope Authors Worskhop
By David M. Swindle
Here is a notice about an exciting upcoming writer’s workshop: It is incredibly difficult to be a writer. But when you truly love it, no barrier is tall enough and no odds are scary enough to stop you. Unlike film, television, theatre or other creative endeavors, writing is a lonely path with most of your […]
The Winners For The 2016 Summer of Love Contest
By David M. Swindle
This was Liberty Island’s most popular and successful contest yet with the most submissions we have ever received. Today we feature our Grand Prize Winner, Runner Up, and the first honorable mention. Join us each week for the rest of the summer and into the fall as we feature 8 more delightful, creative tales of […]
The Natural Contract
By Alec Ott
*** The group broke up about an hour later after three or four more rounds with some wine and bread. Joe walked along the still-lively sidewalk with Matt and Phil. Young people were roaming everywhere, in groups and couples, some waiting in line to get into the hipper dance joints. Many were speaking loudly, still […]
The Natural Contract
By Alec Ott
"Push your thumb on the screen," Peggy offered suggestively, holding out her iPhone, while letting the strap of her satin top slide off her milky, smooth left shoulder. She pushed away some of her luxuriously silky brown hair for him to see. Not really wanting to take his eyes off of this and her perfectly […]
Fiction: Sex, Love and a Soviet Obituary
By David Walls-Kaufman
I guess I shouldn’t be surprised about how she died or where she died, bitter and surreal as the news struck me, and bare enough to make me feel cold, hollow, unclean. I’m really not sure if what I felt, or feel, for her is really what I would call love. Especially in light of what she did.
Could anything be more perverse and despicable?
We met at Columbia University before the War when we both majored in physics. I knew her from a class and we had spoken a few times and then I saw her at a jazz club and she held a cigarette aloft in the tight crowd, and we spoke over a drink, and then two drinks, over the course of hours, and even then she smoked too much. I realized all this after I made my way blearily back to my room on 112th and flopped into my lumpy bed seeing her lovely face in double vision wreathed in a dirty halo just like a movie shot.
