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.

Photo Story: The Muelle...

By Rickie Roberts
He said, she said.
You can’t say that.
He said.
Okay.

Photo Story: We’re Not ...

By Francis J. Trautman
When I attempted to sneak back home near dawn, she was there on the porch in her orange wig, red nose, and white pancake makeup. She pointed at an invisible watch on her wrist and then drew the finger across her throat.