The Writers' Block Digital Journal Publication

A short story by Alayna Rasler Look, I had nothing to do with my father creating AI, I was just asked to test his creation. My father is an inventor, and when he comes across a problem, he’s going to create a solution for everyone. So when I told him that I, someone who wants to be a doctor, didn’t want to have to read a whole book and write a two page paper about it for my eleventh grade English class, he was determined to make something so I didn’t have to. And who would

A play by Sarah Nieukirk Dead Personality Cast Rich Bitch____The Tall One Sir Gay____The Short One Kernel Nut____The Old One Sir Bastard____The Young One Spoiled Gurl____The Pretty One Miss Fortune & ?____The Insane One Mr. Corpse____Allen the Head (Everyone except Sir Gay is sitting. Sir Gay walks in, and Rich Bitch gets up to greet him) Rich Bitch: Thank you for joining us, Sir Gay. Sir Gay: Of course, Lady Bitch. I wouldn't miss your birthday for anything. (Under his breat

A short story by Sarah Nieukirk It was a dark night. Halloween night to be exact. One lone teenager was preparing for this special occasion. Ryan was his name, and he wore red horns and held a pitchfork. On his chest was a neon vest. This vest was important because Ryan would soon be the protector of a small gaggle of trick-or-treaters. As Ryan finished preparing, he went through the list of the trick-or-treaters in his head: Stacy, Will, Mindy, Aiden, and Tommy. The doorbe

A short story by Alyssa Martin Once, many turns ago, there lived a Willow Tree in a garden of Wisteria. At the time of this tale there lived a Fallow Fawn, which had been left under the roots of the grand Willow by her mother. The Doe who had left her, The Willow had told her, had done so with guilt in her eyes. “She did not wish to,” The Willow had said many times, “An old tree such as myself can always tell.” “Whyever did she do it then?” the Fawn always pleaded, “Why di

A short story by Steven Insco On a dark Friday evening, the only light visible was the full moon in the sky, and a small backyard area faintly illuminated by a smoldering bonfire. A group of 6 friends sat around the fire, celebrating Halloween and making s'mores. John Fisher was one of the friends in attendance. He was laughing with all of his friends, and overall was really enjoying himself. Everything was going according to plan. The night was fun, and fueled by Halloween

A short story by Kharma Gentner There once was a lumber worker named Willy. Willy was silly, but still he took his birch biz seriously. Silly Willy chopped logs day after day, taking order after order from Chicago locals. One day, Silly Willy was approached by a bully, Big Billy, who builds buildings for the Chicago Bulls. Big Bully Billy beckoned that the Bulls want to buy birch to build their buildings, but they better be billed better than what Silly Willy was willing to

Short Story by Julian Cook The girl chews slowly, savoring the taste of marrow as warm blood drips from her chin, speckling the pastel streamer of her glittery bike handles. With no trace left, she wipes her mouth clean. Her limbs unfolded in a way that wasn’t quite right, joints bending too smoothly—too inhuman—as she rose to her feet. Her mouth creeps closed as she begins to hum a soft eerie tune. The town is unnervingly quiet, only the distant hum of a streetlamp and the

A Short Story by Lauren Banks I’m sorry, ma’am, but our refund policy only applies to official mall employees Karen stormed through the...

A Short Story by Kharma Gentner Walking home from school, I purposely step on each dried, brown leaf I see. Autumn is my favorite time of...

A Short Story by Anonymous Present Day “Well, Jackie, you did it.” the chief said, looking at me as we stood in front of the empty,...

A fiction piece by Jason Branch, sophomore Psychology Major ●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～● Kel’s mouth tasted like ash...

A fiction piece by Anonymous ●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～● Princess Evelyn wore a most pained expression as a man in...

A fiction piece by Muriel Mackie, sophomore Marketing Major ●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～● The father took them to...

A fiction piece by Blake Williams, senior English Major ●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～● Mr. Daniel Ashbury is the exact...

A fiction piece by Isabel Newcom, senior English Major ●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～● There is a thin, sharp-nosed...

A fiction piece by Andrea Davenport, Senior English Education Major ●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～● Her Her throat...

A fiction piece by Caitlin Mann, sophomore English Major ●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～● I barely sat in a white wicker...

A fiction piece by Alex Fosnaugh, freshman English and Communication Major ●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～● You've...

A fiction piece by Eli Shoup, freshman Mechanical Engineering Major ●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～● “This is a...

A fiction piece by Eli Shoup, freshman Mechanical Engineering Major ●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～● The day had been...