Cameron and I stand on the roof of my building and admire the city lights from thirty stories high. I take a gulp from my can, and breathe a contented sigh. Cameron looks at me. “What are you smiling at?”…
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Monthly Archives: April 2013
The Cobbler, by Brian Smith
On the days just before and right after the funerals, friends and church people had brought food over, and we all just ate when the mood struck us, whenever that might be, and no one thought about how many plates…
ANNOUNCEMENT: 2012 PYA LITERARY PRIZE WINNER
This week, The Washington Pastime is proud to announce that tomorrow’s weekly fiction will be our 2012 Promising Young Author Champion, whose story was chosen from among hundreds submitted throughout our PYA Chapters. PYA story finalists are chosen by chapter…
WTP: Terrorism in the U.S.
CONTEXT:In the wake of tragedies in Auora, Co. (July 20, 2012), Newtown, Ct. (Dec. 14, 2012), and Bostom, MA. (Apr. 15, 2013) in the past few months, some U.S. citizens have begun to feel as if tragedy is becoming the…
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Posted in 2013, Additional Content, We The People
Posted in 2013, Additional Content, We The People
Always The Moon, by Amanda Hamilton
The Moon is beautiful tonight. I wish you could see it. Funny, how even after all that’s happened, it can still seem so gorgeous. I know I should hate it; everyone else does. I just can’t. They say we only…
ANNOUNCEMENT: 2013 MARCH MADNESS LITERARY CONTEST WINNERS
CHAMPION (1st Place): The Chameleon, by Mat Yovin — $1,000 (50% of Total Contest Profit), FREE CONTEST VOUCHER, Digital Publication, & Headline Print Publication 2nd Place: Stars and Stripes, by Lori Gagola — $100 (5% of Total Contest Profit), FREE…
Long Bridge Jump, by Sara DeGregoria
“It’s just a new Olympic event they created,” her mother had told her. The cold coats Jun’s skin, sinking in under the layers of fleece and nylon she’s wearing–so much colder than when she left after-school. The halogen lights form…
Wiggle Wiggle, by Eric Christ
I waited offstage and rocked up and down on the balls of my feet. Adrenaline thrummed through my veins like an intoxicating drug. Flunkies yammering into headsets scurried around me, keeping their distance after I went all diva on their…
