Dave looked at the neon sign in the corner of the bar window: ‘DEAD END.’ Even though the name...
Dreamers Creative Writing is dedicated to writing that is from the heart.
Writing to keep calm Haiku in the seminar Villanelle at dusk Desperation firmly anchored in the stormy sea of...
Dr. Mica Monroe crossed the kitchen with four clicks of her six inch heels and opened the refrigerator door. Twenty one neatly stacked...
DEAR OLD WEST TECH, WE’LL ALWAYS LOVE YOU. It’s the opening line of my high school...
“Yes, yes. Over there is fine. Just under the middle window. Thank you so much,” Braynah said, directing the two workmen. Both men, in burly middle age...
Peach halves wobble in pineapple jello on the tray across her hospital bed, a kitchen accustomed to the elderly; still, Green Pines...
Congratulations to the winners of the Dreamers Writing Contest: Stories of Migration, Sense of Place and Home. In the United States, Dreamers is a term ...
Do not tempt the sharks. Do not move your limbs horizontally or vertically. Do not hold on to pictures or passports or holy books...
“Eg tala ekki Islensku,” I say, with a perfect accent: “I don’t speak Icelandic.” It’s the sentence I utter most often in my mother’s language...
Hamid told Ava he was standing at the corner of King and James when a goose dropped like a flailing accordion out of the sky.
My mom made sure we were in the car by three in the morning, quickly cramming us into a rented tour van. Eleven of us were on the way to Mama Cuca’s house...
Tucked into the soft cushions of the couch, I look out through the branches of the Christmas tree at the front lawn.
An ounce of prevention is worth a pound—or, in some cases, several hundred—of cure. This age-old-adage is the cornerstone of Alex Nedvetsky’s self-help health book...
I'm pleased to announce the release of Issue 2 of the Dreamers Magazine. In this issue you’ll find an exclusive interview with Steven Heighton...
