Please join us in congratulating the runner-up in Page Turner Magazine’s fourth flash fiction contest: Cold Nights, Warm Hearts! Abby Crofton wrote a tale of two lovers joyously reuniting for one night after a year of longing. It is with the greatest sense of romance that we present to you, “First Frost.”
Please join us in congratulating the winner in Page Turner Magazine’s third flash fiction contest: Monsters! Tim O’Neal delivered a story of deception and fear that left even the strongest-willed of us hiding under blankets. With the highest level of horror and shock, we present you with “Face Thieves.”
Please join us in congratulating the runner-up in Page Turner Magazine’s third flash fiction contest: Monsters! Brittani Jenee’ Cal wrote a spine-tingling tale of youthful optimism with an ending that delivers a twist to the hopeful soul. It is with the greatest sense of terror that we present to you, “The Girl in the Tower.”
Please join us in congratulating the winner in Page Turner Magazine’s second flash fiction contest: “My Dearest Lydia”!
Mackenzie Hicks warmed—then shattered—our hearts with a tale of yearning and lost love. It is with the utmost of romantic melancholy that we present to you, “My Dearest Lydia”.
My dearest Lydia…
The words stood out in their blackness against the soft cream pages of the book. Lydia kept staring at them as she clipped the white roses, readying them for a vase. The clip of her silver scissors against the stems matched the jump in her heart as she tried to read past those three words.
Please join us in congratulating the runner-up in Page Turner Magazine’s second flash fiction contest: Love In Paris! Erudessa has penned a heartwarming tale about a love that transcends the vagaries of time and place. It is with the highest esteem (and not a small amount of wistfulness) that we present to you, “Spring Forever.”
Thin, wrinkled fingers turned the faded pages of her well-loved book with a strength that hadn’t failed for over sixty years. Frowning slightly, Rose glared toward the whirring machines in the room that would not stop their infernal beeping. At least the steady rhythm assured her worrywart niece that everything but her blasted leg was in top shape.