Stories

The TiltMN fiction archives & stories from writers local and beyond

As long as we fly

As long as we fly

Science saved my life, but it didn’t make me want to live. I stay wrapped up in blankets. But it’s like Frank says, As long as we fly, the world will have no end.

Smile

Smile

When your dreams go one way but life goes another, sometimes all you can do is smile and realize that it’s the small things that are worth celebrating.

Rusty

Rusty

We called her Rusty because there was a rumor that the hair between her legs was the red color of rust and aren’t the neighborhood kids so funny?

Thank you, mom

Thank you, mom

The first thing I knew about my mom was that she loved the countryside; fields of grass and flowers in the summer, and white snow in the winter.