Morgan Broadhead

Glamour and Glitz versus Hammer and Spits

The sky took a giant white dump on us, my friends, then farted negative thirty degree arctic winds right into our faces.

I’m not writing New Year’s resolutions this year. Not even going to think about them. Do I want to accomplish some stuff

This isn’t a story. I just want to be clear about that before you read it. I don’t think it’s really even

“Come with me,” Inspiration says and takes me by the hand. “I want to show you this really cool place I know

It’s been a while, hasn’t it? It’s nice to be back. Nice to see you here too. Thanks for coming around. My

Is it possible to write yourself out of a funk? This is the question I’ve been asking myself for two weeks now.

Yeah. Don’t even ask about this one. First, yes I know this is a week late getting posted. Getting behind started last

Margaret Miller set her bag of groceries on the counter and leaned against the kitchen sink on hands that were still trembling.

Can you believe we’re nearly ten percent through the 52 Week Story Challenge already? It’s going quick, am I right? Of course

In the course of building our house last month, we had to stay in a hotel for a couple of days while

Stanley Moorehouse thumbed the button for the third floor, and the polished metal doors of the hotel elevator slid shut. The carriage

Halloween has always been my favorite holiday. A) You get to dress up in fun costumes and pretend to be someone ––

Wish I could say this story was born from the deepest, warmest, most nourishing recesses of my idea uterus, but alas, it

Alaina Lambert had just beached her Zodiac landing boat and was walking up the sand when Hunter stepped out from the shaded

These stories are supposed to be flash fiction. But sometimes when you’re digging up a fossil and expecting to find a shell