More Stories

Mr. Avon / By Louise Baggett

There was a knock at the door. I called out "Madeline, Madeline, there is someone at the front door." There was always a feeling of fear when anyone came to the door. > Read It

Side Stepping / By Marie Barnard

When I grow up, if it was necessary for me to go into one of those saloon buildings, I would not leave my children sitting on the steps. I would take them home first and then come back to do "whatever business" you did in there. > Read It

Marilyn Mornings / By Marcia Bockelman
The gaping hole fit the rest of the décor but we continued to be pelted with falling particles. To remedy this Bud taped a mosaic of Life magazine pages over the abyss. I never quite got use to gazing up at Marilyn Monroe each morning, but for some reason it didn't seem to bother him. > Read It

Yellowstone: 1928 / By Freda M. Bowes

"Carl, Carl," my mother said, "something is leaning against the side of the tent. For heavens sake, find out what it could be!" So my father took his flashlight and fishing pole, and went out the other side of the tent. > Read It

Saturday Night / By Joan M. Bruderer

The servers were so bright and eager to please; the restaurant, crowded; but I wished I hadn't come. I was out of place there. > Read It

Pleasures Relived / By Agnes Cigas
I loved lying on my back listening to the pitter-patter or the pounding rain on the tin roof a few feet above me- out in the open, yet sheltered. I would read for hours until I drifted off to sleep. > Read It

Baseball with Dad / By Betty Conway

It was the bottom of the ninth, a pitching duel. Frank Hiller had played a solid game for Kansas City, but the Blues were behind by one run. > Read It

The Letter / By Margaret Dart

Dear Margaret -

I'd like to say a lot of things to you, Margaret, but they would sound like a lot of words from a spinster to a bride. … Anyhow you are right to go ahead and establish your home now - why not. > Read It

An Aztec Legend / By Gilberto de la Rosa

The princess was sad and sick with love over his absence. She died just when her lover came back from the war. > Read It

The Enemy / By Gilberto de la Rosa

He was there, standing up in the middle of the hall, between two armed guards with his eyes looking at the floor. It was July 1945 in the jungle north of Luzon Island in the Philippine archipelago. > Read It

History Lessons / By Merrie Fogt

They were called the Five Civilized Tribes by the white man because they showed a willingness to adopt white culture, and to live in peace. Not even today can the white man be called "civilized" under those rules. > Read It

The Officer / By Shelia Forder

What made this so much more embarrassing was that during that time, women never wore slacks, only dresses or skirts. > Read It

Tanked / By Marion Forsen

I took my shoes and socks off. I stepped into the water and walked back and forth for a while. No one would know I had done this forbidden thing. > Read It

The Honey Caper /By Beverly Griffith
It had been quite some time since we had seen the bees swarm so Edward got the idea that we could start our own swarm. > Read It

Raising the Circus Tents /By Irene Hornbeck

My eyes were glued to the tent as it went up and up with each crack of the whip. The elephants tugging and pulling on their heavy load. > Read It

Hot Pot /By Lee Hurlburt

I sat in the back seat behind Mommy. I was far away from that hot pot. Miss Kittycat laid beside me so I could pet her. She's a pet. You need to pet pets. That's why they are called pets. > Read It

Summer Drive / By Pat Kimberley

But what I most remember is a could-have-been-tragic event, in which I played a major role. My emotions still roil, but, I also smile. > Read It

Sand / By Evelyn Llewellyn

Would she scold me and make me take the dreaded naps, or would she opt for brutality? … She came out the backdoor and she opted for brutality. > Read It

Day I Lost My Baby Boy / By Martha Marshall

I wanted to convince him he would like school. I wanted him to want to go to school. I tried to make it all sound positive. Still, I fell short of my goal. > Read It

Talk of the Town / By Elizabeth Anne Massa

In small towns all contacts are excuses for a visit, so pretty soon she had to answer questioning eyes with the phrases used over and over through the years. > Read It

After the Storm / By Anna Egli-Maynard

The wind was blowing. It always blew. We were used to pushing from our eyes the strings of hair that whipped across our faces. > Read It

Bless Me, Father / By Virginia Sandy McLaury

... And now I made my Confirmation and became a Soldier of Christ. How could I be a soldier? I was just a little girl. > Read It

For Better or Worse / By Monarc Merriweather

"Yes sir," he said. "We've been married sixty years and we've never had an argument." > Read It

Credit and the Christmas Doll / By Reba Roscoe

"I'll tell you what Alice. If Santa isn't coming, you are going to have to be my Christmas doll again this year. " > Read It

Mrs. Brown / By Reba Roscoe

The neighbor woman and I sat through the night, the son coming and going with wood to fuel the fire, with us keeping the cat away from Mrs. Brown's body behind the curtain. > Read It

The Challenge / By Erma Stephens

After a few minutes he challenged me again. I repeated my mother's instructions, adding, "Anyway, there is no one to watch for cars." He smiled and said, "Aw, don't worry, I'll beat you to the corner." > Read It

Grandmom Brown / By Richard Stroud

Grandmom got there before the doctor. She looked at me, then went into the other room to talk to mom. ... Mom came back into the bedroom after Grandmom left. I could see tears in her eyes. > Read It

Three Dresses / By Sharon Sumner

"Did you know Grandma only had Three Dresses when she was a little girl!" my daughter said. I was surprised she remembered. > Read It