Dear December

Dear December

By Melissa Marni “Uh oh.” “What?” “Nothing.” “Then why’d you say ‘uh oh.’” “No reason.” “No reason? You said ‘uh oh’ just because?” “Exactly. It’s a fun thing to say.” “It’s not.” “It is. Lighten up!” “Not cool, Josephine. You know I’m sensitive about being so damn yellow.”

Featured Friday: Whim Magazine

Featured Friday: Whim Magazine

Keep writing. The more you write, the easier it’ll become to take an idea you have in your head and, with a whole lot of heart, craft it into something you can send out into the world … Browse the digital pages of Whim Magazine and you’ll find an ethereal

Sincerely And With Feeling

Sincerely And With Feeling

By Melissa Marni As the black crow flies, so too does the luck of anyone brazen enough to steal from the Painted Desert for the sake of a vainglorious because I can. Such a creature of inordinate vanity cannot, by the laws of moonlight and the writs of sunshine, remain unpunished

So Wild and Free

So Wild and Free

By Melissa Marni There are, inside a deconstructed world, threads of life that must be sewn together in order to make sense. Even then, when the quilt of what is has been stitched, sense may elude the eyes, the ears, the nose, the mind, and only what might be shall remain … “This tea tastes

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The Big Secret

By Melissa Marni Rat-a-tat-tat went longish nails on old wood. She sat at the time-abandoned Rathskeller Pub, waiting. Three tall jack-and-cokes into her Sunday afternoon, the strange man finally arrived, a wiry figure dappled in late-day shadows. He pushed a small piece of paper her way. “For you,” the man said. She scoffed. “A

FLY

FLY

To be different in the town of Redistuo was to be an outsider, abolished from any place inside the shared opinion of the people and declared unworthy to belong. John was such a shunned man, though his name be plain enough and ambition to contradict small. It was the idea

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