By: Malcolm Evans

The blue ribband; how the ship would look dwarfing Nelson’s column…

By: Chapell Ellison

She digs past a mix of decorative pins, figurines and trinkets, toward a sound — a distinct jingling.

By: Carla Sinclair

Carla Sinclair on FACTSHEET FIVE

By: Andrew Innes

“BUST OF DUCK!” we intoned in our deepest Don Pardo voices.

By: Sean Patrick Walsh

Hunting and pecking and foraging for things to say.

By: Jae Nichelle

She methodically dipped sheet music in the glue and smoothed it out onto the canvas.

By: Elizabeth Foy Larsen

Did I make the bookends to remind my dad that he had a family back in Minnesota?

By: Marissa Frayer

It was my refuge, best friend, therapist, gateway and shield.

By: Adam Harrison Levy

My hands were shaking as I unsnapped the pouch and took out my passport.

By: Kevin Brockmeier

“I made the mistake of running the saladmobile across her head.”

By: Cynthia Joyce

You couldn’t get lost; you couldn’t bend or break the notes.

By: Sarah Rich

“I hadn’t thought about WestFest in probably 25 years…”

By: Kelly Horan

There’d been a spate of bank robberies. My name was on the registration found in the getaway car.

By: Jeff Lewonczyk

Jeff Lewonczyk on VELVET SCRAP

By: Ian Bogost

You could slam the receiver down to hang up on someone.