With Valentine’s Day just around the corner our 'Hearts Like Batteries' power nearly everything about us. It makes us human. This issue of 50 to 1 is an example of just that. Featuring work by: Shannon Peil, Rebecca Gaffron, Celestine Stoltenberg, Amanda Borenstadt, Jessica Otto, Ariel Petrakovich, and Nina Roselle.
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The Fallen Sparrow by Nina Roselle
He promised her Waldorf salad and solace while helping her with her luggage. He said they would have a platonic symbiosis. She believed him.
Someone reported a body in the trash the next morning. The lead detective cried as he called her family. The newspaper called her “The Fallen Sparrow.”
Nina Roselle lives in North Carolina and is working on a book of short stories.
He promised her Waldorf salad and solace while helping her with her luggage. He said they would have a platonic symbiosis. She believed him.
Someone reported a body in the trash the next morning. The lead detective cried as he called her family. The newspaper called her “The Fallen Sparrow.”
Nina Roselle lives in North Carolina and is working on a book of short stories.
What it Does by Ariel Petrakovich
Laughter drifted up from the streets standing far below, people passing in large packs, as if strength in numbers would protect them from harm. Well they were right. Loneliness was deadly, a plague that cut deeper than bone, it destroyed and swallowed the remains whole, if anything was left over.
Ariel Petrakovich is a student and writer living in Georgia. Her spare time is spent writing stories that make her friends cry. It's all in good fun.
Laughter drifted up from the streets standing far below, people passing in large packs, as if strength in numbers would protect them from harm. Well they were right. Loneliness was deadly, a plague that cut deeper than bone, it destroyed and swallowed the remains whole, if anything was left over.
Ariel Petrakovich is a student and writer living in Georgia. Her spare time is spent writing stories that make her friends cry. It's all in good fun.
Romance by Jessica Otto
We stepped outside the greenhouse and the lights went cold. He reached out; his palm froze against Saturn’s gelatinous ring and pulled away from his wrist like wet paper. I felt the romance leak out of our suicide as I saw the black hole. I punched him in the face.
Jessica Otto lives on a marsh with husband and many cats, she is fond of micro poetry and twitter fiction.
We stepped outside the greenhouse and the lights went cold. He reached out; his palm froze against Saturn’s gelatinous ring and pulled away from his wrist like wet paper. I felt the romance leak out of our suicide as I saw the black hole. I punched him in the face.
Jessica Otto lives on a marsh with husband and many cats, she is fond of micro poetry and twitter fiction.
1st line by Amanda Borenstadt
Max never suspected he could fall in love so fast, then again, he also never suspected he'd be sailing over London in a dirigible piloted by girl with a ridiculous pink bowler hat and a smile that could make your heart take flight.
Amanda Borenstadt lives and writes with her husband and two of their five daughters in California. You may visit her here: http://afortnightofmustard.blogspot.com/
Max never suspected he could fall in love so fast, then again, he also never suspected he'd be sailing over London in a dirigible piloted by girl with a ridiculous pink bowler hat and a smile that could make your heart take flight.
Amanda Borenstadt lives and writes with her husband and two of their five daughters in California. You may visit her here: http://afortnightofmustard.blogspot.com/
Miss Communication by Celestine Stoltenberg
Amy never said she didn't want to have kids.
Jeff never said he did.
Amy never said she wanted a divorce.
Jeff never said he didn't.
Now the children spend weekends and holidays with Jeff.
Because Amy never said she didn't want the kids.
And Jeff never said he did.
Celestine Stoltenberg writes stuff. Not a lot and none of it very long. Folks can read her stuff in 50 to 1, The Green Tricycle, and The Phonebook.
Amy never said she didn't want to have kids.
Jeff never said he did.
Amy never said she wanted a divorce.
Jeff never said he didn't.
Now the children spend weekends and holidays with Jeff.
Because Amy never said she didn't want the kids.
And Jeff never said he did.
Celestine Stoltenberg writes stuff. Not a lot and none of it very long. Folks can read her stuff in 50 to 1, The Green Tricycle, and The Phonebook.
New Year 2010 by Rebecca Gaffron
We touched in the halflight of a friend’s kitchen. The wee hours of New Year’s. Your mouth tasted of drink and mine of fear. You cupped my face in your hands and pulled me close. And for that moment I lost myself in you and forgot how to kiss.
Rebecca Gaffron is fascinated by sea-green spaces, words, and men who behave like cats. She is a sometimes writer and can be found at her virtual home, rebeccawriting.wordpress.com.
We touched in the halflight of a friend’s kitchen. The wee hours of New Year’s. Your mouth tasted of drink and mine of fear. You cupped my face in your hands and pulled me close. And for that moment I lost myself in you and forgot how to kiss.
Rebecca Gaffron is fascinated by sea-green spaces, words, and men who behave like cats. She is a sometimes writer and can be found at her virtual home, rebeccawriting.wordpress.com.
1st line by Shannon Peil
As she walked out the door, for the fifteenth or twentieth 'last' time, I knew this one wouldn't ever heal.
Shannon Peil is a 24 year old living in Boulder, Colorado who works a desk job he'd rather not write about. He gets published occasionally but spends most of his time editing and publishing for others at http://amphibi.us. He also fights crime.
As she walked out the door, for the fifteenth or twentieth 'last' time, I knew this one wouldn't ever heal.
Shannon Peil is a 24 year old living in Boulder, Colorado who works a desk job he'd rather not write about. He gets published occasionally but spends most of his time editing and publishing for others at http://amphibi.us. He also fights crime.