Congratulations to the winners of the 2021 Dreamers Flash Fiction and Nonfiction Contest. There were so many incredible stories this year!
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The hypnotic tingling draws her inward. Her mind starts humming a tune she never dreamed of singing.
My uncle once brought me fishing at his gun club, another family conspiracy to masculinize me. We were deep in what some locals call Swamp Yankee territory...
We are in my girlfriend’s apartment in Lawrence, a room of white walls and carpet crisscrossed with fresh vacuum trails...
With trembling hands, Millie gently removed the lid of the urn and exhaled with the first release of gray powder.
Sit, sip, start again, from when our moments were simple and sweet, like the people we ideally chose to become.
Its white wings spread wide against a crystal blue backdrop and I smile, knowing you are smiling, too
Hana leans into the second verse, singing about the loneliness of a songless bird. The music in my life is missing.
Our names were announced over the booming horde hailing the local girl making history. The bell tolled.
I feel safe and warm, and I drift to sleep with the smell of apples, sugar, and butter gently filling my nose.
I am drawn to the train tracks and find the memory haunting. Because that’s how you died, my little brother.
I lay down on the couch ushered by my anguish. The clock ticks, backwards. I’m four again.
I ache to whisper the fullness of my heart, but can’t decode it swift enough to speak. It’s a foreign language.
The late November grey hung in curtains all around them. And of course, greyest of all, on Leonard’s mood.
Sarah Louise Butler’s new novel contains a mystery, intrinsically connected to nature and reader perception.
My father puts his hands on my shoulders. I haven’t seen him in ten years, but he looks good.
