An unearthly silence filled the car. It was a Tuesday, the third Tuesday of the month. It was particularly hot that day, the kind of hot that left your eyes dry and head spinning. She liked the long walk to the train station. She liked the silence that came with her walking, much different from the current silence
Like feathers, swirling up in long, billowing wisps. It didn’t have to be like the real world’s grass. It didn’t even have to be green.
By Caitlin McElroy Margaret Lamb/Writing to the Right-Hand Margin Prize (Fiction) Award Co-Winner Published: April 20, 2011 I worked for my dad for about two hours before he fired me. We’d both gotten up early that morning so he could teach me how to work the register. It wasn’t that hard, and I was an expert with twenty minutes still [...]
By Nathalie Rochel Honorable Mention Writing to the Right-Hand Margin Prize in Fiction Published: April 22, 2010 The dress was $2,395. There was nothing wrong with that. It was beautiful: it was twilight, dusty grapes, and soft plums crushed into velvet. The dress hung—no—draped itself over Lucy’s mother like silk, flowing down to her knees in soft ripples. Lucy thought [...]
By Sarah Shultz Co-winner Writing to the Right Hand Margin Prize in Fiction Published: April 22, 2010 Joseph Heller can (appropriately) go to hell. Because: Something (this thing) Never Happened. Nothing ever happens, in fact. You are not standing with your little feet on the hot pool deck, sand covered toes aligned perfectly with the pool’s edge. You can not feel [...]
By Jocelyn Meermans Co-winner writing to the Right-Hand Margin Prize in Fiction Published: April 22, 2010 Lily Clearwater smoothed her hands across the lap of her floor-length silver dress. Though it was backless, with a slit cut up to her hip, and a neckline that plunged to her bellybutton, she felt self-conscious and thought that she was too covered up. [...]
By Mike Habeeb Contributing Writer Published: December 10, 2009 A man in whom a great many people have a great deal of interest woke up with a great big problem. He wanted something great, but there were a great many great big obstacles in his way. Eventually, he died a terrible death without achieving his great desire. The great big [...]
By Judith Engracia Contributing Writer Published: December 10, 2009 The man in the black conical hat watched me through my living room window. He had been trying to break in for the past four nights, though I didn’t know who he was or what he wanted. I couldn’t ask him what he was doing outside my house—he might have thought [...]
By Nick Iorio Contributing Writer Published: December 10, 2009 Ryan Velet walked silently through the streets of New York as a cold, hard rain fell. He longed for human touch; his wife, Samantha, was waiting in Brooklyn. He ducked under an awning and lit a cigarette. A Latino man in an imported suit gnawed at his peripherals. He smelled like [...]
By Dylan Houle Contributing Writer Published: September 24, 2009 There are crab fisherman on graffitied piers that poke into the dirtier parts of New York City’s East River. Puerto Ricans and Mexicans and Dominicans. Thin lipped with incredulous wrinkled eyes. Mothers as matriarchs, fathers given a sad sort of respect that their lives and accomplishments haven’t earned them, children with [...]
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