Category Archives: Fiction

Ed’s car, an ancient, rust-brown Corolla, sped uneasily down the road. The cacophony of sad noises coming from the engine sounded like it was falling apart; he imagined pieces of it flying off, leaving a

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Life is a little complicated. I live through my dreams. This sounds weird, I know but, for me, it makes perfect sense. Going through the real world has become a chore and a necessity just

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She was halfway between asleep and awake. She could hear the sounds but not comprehend them. The familiar breathing, in and out. Drifting slowly into slumber. He was watching her sleep. He liked to do

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“Mom? Dad?” This was strange. Usually she woke to the sounds of way-too-loud talking and sizzling bacon. Today, silence rose like a thick, dark cloud from the kitchen. And on top of that, all the

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It was 1443 in Scotland. The people in Hailes Castle were busily preparing to defend their lands against an approaching army. They received word yesterday morning that an army of 1,000 foot soldiers were marching

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She never wanted a baby. Their screams, their red faces, the tears in their squinty eyes. They want comfort, 24/7 comfort. She wasn’t capable of loving anyone but herself but she accepted that.   Now

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The stillness of the night was still lingering as I stepped outside. The air was cool, not quite crisp, and held the promise of shorter, cooler days soon to come. The squirmy little one I

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8 minutes. The water closes over your head. You can feel yourself slipping lower, even though your legs are still moving. Waves are crashing above you, but there’s too much water in your ears to

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The Fall 2015 Issue of the HCC literary magazine has arrived! Please join us for the annual Hedge Apple Reception. WHEN:         Saturday, October 24th, 2015 1:30 — Conversation and sign-ups, quick group writing exercise

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Stephanie Glover Indistinguishable Guilt Maggie’s leather bag was timeworn and filthy but jam-packed with the shattered fragments of her soul. She protectively slid her hand across its shabby surface. Flinging it over her shoulder, she

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