Margaret Miller Makes a Mookie

Margaret Miller set her bag of groceries on the counter and leaned against the kitchen sink on hands that were still trembling.
Mouthing off into the void since 2018
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
Sometimes you need to get away from it all in order to find it all. The stuff that’s really important anyway. Last
“And I declared that the dead, who had already died, are happier than the living, who are still alive. But better than
The gauntlet has been thrown — accept Ray Bradbury’s challenge to write 52 stories in 52 weeks. Deadlines are short. Priorities will