PRW Runner-Up Tour: Untitled by Debra Vega

Posted by on Jul 31, 2014 in Project REUTSway | No Comments
PRW Runner-Up Tour: Untitled by Debra Vega

We have no tears, so we suffer more. This is something the human world does not know about us. I can’t shed tears for my sister. And so I suffer for eternity. I could not tell you when my sister and I became what we became. Our maker never presented himself or herself to us. […]

PRW Runner-Up Tour: Dusted by T.A. Brock

Posted by on Jul 24, 2014 in Project REUTSway | No Comments
PRW Runner-Up Tour: Dusted by T.A. Brock

There was exactly one thing worse than walking in on a hookling trying to take a bite out of a helpless human and it was this: walking in on the scene in a dress and skyscraper heels that were for sure going to be the cause of a sprained ankle. The getup was necessary since […]

PRW Runner-Up Tour: Oddly Timed Bell by Felicia Anderson

Posted by on Jul 17, 2014 in Project REUTSway | No Comments
PRW Runner-Up Tour: Oddly Timed Bell by Felicia Anderson

“What say you of your innocence, Goody Bishop?” The judge lowered his nose toward Bridget Bishop as she stood before him. Anne sat beside the judge on a lower pedestal, slipping into violent fits and stopping on occasion, just long enough to give her a triumphant smirk. Members of the jury and congregation stirred uneasily […]

PRW Runner-Up Tour: Ain’t Nothing Like the Real Thing by Alyce Wilson

Posted by on Jul 10, 2014 in Project REUTSway | One Comment
PRW Runner-Up Tour: Ain’t Nothing Like the Real Thing by Alyce Wilson

“How many of those energy drinks have you had,” Alice asked the White Rabbit, who was getting twitchier by the minute. He wiggled his nose thoughtfully before replying, “Two or three? I’ve lost count.” After bouncing several times on the tip of his toes, the White Rabbit checked his watch… again. “When is this line […]

PRW Runner-Up Tour: Ballrooms and Bloodlust by Rachel Schieffelbein

Posted by on Jul 3, 2014 in Project REUTSway | No Comments
PRW Runner-Up Tour: Ballrooms and Bloodlust by Rachel Schieffelbein

Whispers moved among the village, floating from mouth to ear and sending shivers down spines. Five dead girls in less than a fortnight. Some evil had entered our tiny corner of the world and no one knew where, or whom, it would strike next. So when the letter came from the palace Mother said no […]