By Jacob Romero The sound of birds envelop the air as wind rustles feathers Flowers bud, enthralled with new found warm The drip of morning dew glistens on fresh grass Winter has come and gone Taking with it the silver bleakness it so closely held With fervent showers and a brighter sun A land now… Continue reading “Spring’s Grin”
By: Afton Jagels Silver droplets dripping downFrom the sky to the ground Gray above and gray below Down the silver raindrops flow The sky is leakingBut the storm is fleeting Grinning as tears wet my face Flawed feathers floating round Heavy resting on the ground Weight within and wait without A dream that I begin… Continue reading “Continuity”
BY REGAN PUCKETT the women of the water are angels,with scaled skin instead of feathered wings. in their hair, they wear crowns of shells and starfish, and from their mouths drip joyous melodies. the angels of the sea admire the men of the land. they want the men more than they want themselves, and so… Continue reading “siren song.”
For our March 2019 writing contest, participants were asked to compose their best poem of 40 lines or fewer using the following four Spring-themed words: silver, feathers, grin, drip After deliberations, the PubClub staff chose these three winners based on their creative use of the prompt words and attention to form. 1st place: Regan Puckett… Continue reading March 2019: Poetry
By: Regan Puckett I still remember that night. It’s been weeks, but it lingers in my mind like a ghost, haunting me every time she loosens her grip when we hold hands, or turns her body away from mine in our bed at night. I’d been blind for months about what was truly happening between… Continue reading “Romance.”
By: Lorelei Valkenburg Is this the right time to tell him? Mira thought as she looked over at Justin. He sat staring vacantly out the window, watching the rain. “Let’s go to the park in the rain. We used to love watching the ducks excitedly splash around the lake,” he trailed off, trying to remember… Continue reading “Ever After”
By: Ty Boyd Is this the right time to tell him? All of our friends are already inside. It’s just the two of us out here. This is the first time we’ve been alone with each other all day, and if I don’t tell him now, I’m not going to get another chance until dinner’s… Continue reading “Regret”
For the PubClub February Flash Fiction Contest, participants were asked to write their best story of 700 words or fewer based on this picture and using one of two opening lines: "Is this the right time to tell him?" or "I still remember that night." After some tough deliberations, the PubClub staff chose the following… Continue reading February 2019: Flash Fiction
