Precious Inventions
In the midst of the town, an inventor,
Old and frail, but still, reluctantly, alive;
Inventions unlike others – nearly human.
One in particular, a cute white doll,
Resembling his long lost wife,
Wipes stains noisily everyday,
Reminding him of...
Feature Fiction: Beginning’s Eve
A woman walked in the garden
Her footsteps marked the infant ground
Ideas coiled around her heart
Voices hissed within her head
A woman plucked an apple
She thought one bite would suffice
A stream of tart slithered down her...
Feature Fiction: Hope
Tim sat at his desk doing nothing. The sun rises and sets, flowers bloom and wither, storms rage and subside — and just as assuredly, Tim remains unaccomplished. As for the sun, it shone...
Q&A: From Meadowsweets to Zinnias
The Highlander reached out to past writers for “Feature Fiction” to find out more about the creative machinations of their works. We conducted a Q&A with the newly hired Assistant Features Editor Alexandria Esteban,...
Feature Fiction: From Meadowsweets to Zinnias
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I’ve lived in this house for 35 years. I know the thick, buttery smell the kitchen radiates when Analise, our personal chef, is busy preparing...
Feature Fiction: Stories
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Welcome to the library traveler.
Would it be rude to ask from whence you came?
Are...
Heaven’s Lobby
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When you die you are informed that in order to pass over to the afterlife you must first guide the new incarnation of yourself to...
Feature Fiction, Issue 15, 1/28/20
Storm: By Sabrina Hunter, CW
Her head was the lightning filled sky.
Anxiety and thunder coursing through her veins,
Blood substituted by sadness,
The fast beating of her heart as scattered as the rain,
Trembling hands echoed the waves...
From the pages of a book
My title matters not at the moment, but I will tell you what I am. I am an old book here on an old shelf. You might wonder about my history, but I cannot...
Daylight Funeral
Golden buttons sewn
On a hungry maiden’s gown
Pale as polished bones
She doesn’t make a sound
She made a deal to stay
But she breaks into a run
Toward one joyous day
Beneath the radiant sun
Her husband whispers every verse
And...