by Mary Fontana
As you navigate this adventure, remember that you love your kids. You want a good life for them. You would do anything to save them...
I can still see our mother, vivid and slender as a lit matchstick, dancing through the small kitchen…She told us we could make this world beautiful, and we believed her...
by Kevin B
..even when she realized that her life would be spent conning other people out of their money, she couldn’t resist the urge to leave her mark...
Dorie worked in silence, and while she labored she thought about rage, what rage really looked like, whether it could be cold as ice....
They have forgotten what it is to be young and reckless. They have forgotten what it is to make terrible mistakes because you don’t think things through...
If only she had been satisfied. She had everything, everything…
by Yuriana Kim
All I wanted was a personalized virtual assistant …nothing more, not really. I didn’t expect whatever this is. What technological mindfuck have I gotten myself into?
Clara Von Clapp’s Secret Admirer
“For Heaven’s sake!” Clara exclaimed, reading the note again and then staring at her friend. “Is this a joke?”
How did I not see this train coming?
…Merv’s solid face broke slightly. It was the first smile I had seen since I stumbled out of bed this morning and fell on my butt in the tangled sheets.
The Good Life of Agnes (Rocky) Balboa
by Janine Milne
Morning has me in its choke-hold, some kind of a jiu-jitsu death grip, like a cage fighter with sweaty balls pinioning me into surrender.
BONUS STORY from the annals of history!
In addition to the fabulous stories from our contributing authors, every issue of The Lemonwood Quarterly offers readers one lesser-known story plucked from years gone by, very much worth revisiting with contemporary eyes. We are pleased to bring you:
(published in The Folly of Others, 1904)
by Neith Boyce
…money ain’t always a blessing; I don’t want you to find that out the way I did....