Photo Story: Her World

By Julia Labusch
My girl and I used to spend hours every Saturday evening strolling our way around the cul-de-sac; her on her Ariel-red trike, and me walking beside.

Photo Story: The Jungle...

By Hanne Christensen
I remember this moment. Shrieks and laughter that I ignore. Cold metal on my hands, dizzying anticipation while I calculate whether woodchips are sufficient enough to soften my fall.

Photo Story: Library of...

By Kathryn Kulpa
One night I slept in the library. Made a fortress of study carrels pushed together, like our old bunk beds.

Photo Story: Laird’s Tr...

Kim Murdock
The farmer said it took them all, bore through their core, drove the sap outwards.

Photo Story: Death Rite...

By Kirsten Casey
It took weeks for the ice on the lake to thaw, which made it easier for the body to float to the surface.

Photo Story: 8. And I H...

By Yunya Yang
1. Long ago, we drove in the woods. 2. It was night. My mother was at the wheel, the headlights conjuring shape-shifting wraiths drifting in the darkness.

Photo Story: Wait

By Yash Seyedbagheri
Wait your turn, signs proclaim. Wait for Chinese food. Wait to pick up cocktails from the bar, your only Friday night friends now.

Photo Story: Breaths Ca...

By C. B. Stuckey
When he burned, she watched from the window as the casket shifted toward the chamber, as the cardboard lid vibrated ...

Photo Story: The Spoon

By Beth Schmidt
The fork snored lightly, sound asleep and unaware of what tomorrow would bring.

Photo Story: School Fai...

By Katherine Hubbard
Nina’s four, I’m seven. At the penny-toss Nina wins a goldfish with silvery fins–everyone cheers. I toss all my pennies, win nothing.

Photo Story: Picturesqu...

By Mason Frost
“We have reservations at Gabriel’s tonight,” she said, toweling her hair. “James?”

Photo Story: The Little...

By Elijah Lee Gunn
They burrow between the cracks in our reality, craving the taste of clouds, feeling only the coarse, rough dirt below.

Photo Story: A&V

By Victoria Cho
We had a little photo store in Old Tappan. Our father named it Gold Star Photos. My brother and I spent summers in the back, where the studio was, not doing summer homework.

Photo Story: Two Master...

We received a number of wonderful stories to this month's photo prompt, and we were stymied to pick a single winner, so please indulge us in presenting these two gems.

Photo Story: The Scene

By Tamara Stanley
We found Reina in a sunlit, graffitied dumpster that she would have liked.

Photo Story: Devil̵...

By Kathryn Kulpa
Some days there wasn’t enough starch in the world. Jessie’s shirtwaist wilted against her body. In the street the ice wagon raised baked-dust clouds.

Photo Story: Goat Yoga

By Lisa Fairman
We take revenge during goat-yoga class. A herd of ladies arrive each Saturday, and Friday night we gorge ourselves like horses before a race.

Photo Story: The Trumpe...

By Natalie Wu
She waits in the corner, haughty and lacquered. I always sit close, inhaling her delicate scent of beeswax polish.

Photo Story: Hydroponic...

By Tamara Stanley
It is mostly summer now. Above me there are skyscrapers, McMansions, slums...

Photo Story: Paper Moon

By Mir-Yashar Seyedbagheri
Astride the swing ride, sky opens, vast, deep, lavender. I should be scared, suspended in the air. But I’m not.