Fiction

Episode 3 – The Journey Downriver

After bouncing around in the lock, Roscoe and Rose were exhausted. They found a hiding place in a rocky outcropping along the lakeshore and slept all day. When they awoke, dusk was beginning to fall, and they were ravenous . . .

Volume 19, Issue 3, March 2024
Sarah Bodine

Episode 4 – The Perilous Escape

“There, there,” said Rocky’s uncle, trying to calm Roscoe, but he understood the urgency. Quickly he drew a map on the sandy bottom, marking with an ‘x’ . . .

Volume 19, Issue 3, March 2024
Sarah Bodine

Episode 2: How Roscoe Fish Got His Name (Part l)

Roscoe’s story began in a place far away from the Thousand Islands. His parents were not St Lawrence River fish at all. He was spawned in the pristine waters of the Willowemoc River in upper New York State, near Trout Town, USA . . .

Volume 19, Issue 2, February 2024
Sarah Bodine

Introduction: Roscoe Fish Stories

My uncle John Keats, known to everyone as JK, came to tuck us in when the light faded from the River. His bedtime tales that silenced both flying balls and pillow fights were the ones about a fish named Roscoe.

Volume 19, Issue 1, January 2024
Sarah Bodine

Episode I: Roscoe Fish Goes "Boying"!

Every morning, at dawn, as the sun’s first rays came streaking through the cool, green water above his cave beneath Pine Island, Roscoe Fish slid out of his cozy seaweed bed.

Volume 19, Issue 1, January 2024
Sarah Bodine

Crunch Time, a short story

It was a Saturday morning, which meant the day’s highlight for George Davis would be the big bowl of Cap’n Crunch cereal that he ate slowly in the breakfast nook of the home he lived in for more than 50 years . . .

Volume 18, Issue 12, December 2023
Chris Brock

The Pubble Story by Annie Beatty & Ganwalking

My name is Annie, I was born in South Lake, Frontenac County, Ontario, Canada, 16 June 1858. I lived a normal life for my time, except my husband was fascinated with time travel. Time travelling killed him but not me!

Volume 18, Issue 7, July 2023
Sherry L. B. Johnson

River Dog, a short story

The place was filled with the usual crowd for a Sunday afternoon, two different games on the TVs, and the dog was at the bar. I’ll never forget the image of the dog, sitting on a stool, lapping up a beer like he was a regular customer.

Volume 17, Issue 8, August 2022
Tom French