Welcome to the Quill Magazine! Here you can browse our currently accepted works of general fiction.  It is our goal to ensure new and unpublished writers have an opportunity to publish their work, and we look forward to bringing you, our readers, the best in short fiction from emerging authors.

Roses for Father

As soon as I set foot in the hospital, I realize it’s a mistake.  I swore to never come back, even if I’m dying.  Yet here I am, not dying any more than usual. 

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Rink

Jimmy knocked some back, then held it out to Davey. “Want some?”

Davey could only shake his head.

Kevin spit on the ice at Davey’s feet. It was brown and foamed for a minute before it iced over. “Pussy.”

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Undercover Cop

Undercover Cop

“So, I can come to the meet?” I ask.

“Yeah, but you best keep your mouth shut,” Val Replies. “This isn’t the time for you to make an introduction.”

“Got it.”

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A Letter on the Train

“Perhaps someday you’ll meet. When the child is old enough to resist your influence.” Then the author’s scrawled signature, Elizabeth. No salutations of love, or warm regards, or even a sincerely. Just her name. That sloppy, hard to read name that signed birthday cards to me for thirty-four years.

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Stemwinder's Ball

Stemwinder’s Ball

“Lord Silliwig, you are the charmer.” She accepted the bottle and placed it unceremoniously on the table. Before Bobbie disappeared behind the curtain of multicolored beads, Laura opened the door of a metal cabinet containing cleaning fluids and pulled out a bicycle bell. She gave it two short rings.

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To Return from Adventure

To Return from Adventure

“Excuse me, miss. I’ve finished my adventure, and I’d like to go home now.”

They were small words, and Franny Reston was surprised to hear them coming from the even smaller puppy blocking her way along the sidewalk.

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The Long Drive

The Long Drive Home

“This is the last stop,” I tell him. “You need to get off.”
His smile quiets, but it feels louder. There’s dirt caked under his nose, dandruff clinging to thinned hair. He’s holding onto the rail as if it were his.
“You’re the boss.”

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A Few Letters and Diacritics of Central Europe: With Descriptions and Examples

This is not the story of a love affair gone bad. This is a book of nonfiction. There are no mysteries to conceal. Let’s not draw this out. She is gone, and here I have returned like a fool, perhaps like a fool, to where we once were...

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Wake up and Smell the

Wake Up And Smell The…

4:30 a.m. Beep, beep, beep. Let it ring up to 30 seconds max. 4:31 a.m. Damn. Too long.

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Dressing Up

Dressing Up

This was just what we did. Not once did we think there was anything strange about it.

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