Hannah Leigh

“Silver Threads” by Hannah Leigh

Submitted to Contest #230

The dusty gray morning sky was the same shade as the tip of one of Sarah’s fingers. Her eyes drifted open from a night of restless and painful sleep, and the color and numbness in her right ring finger caused her eyebrows to furrow. Dusty is better than black, but until this point the cold of the nights at Auschwitz hadn’t caused this particular color change. She woke most mornings to red and white, but never this hue. It could be worse. Most women in the barracks had lost at least a toe by this point in the harsh winter. Sarah had all twent...

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“Deals and Devils” by Hannah Leigh

Submitted to Contest #215

The River Styx flowed like a snake all the way to the gates of the Underworld. Charlie walked along the edge of the river, careful to not let even a toe slip into the waters. The messenger god–Hermes–hadn’t told Charlie exactly what would happen if he touched the Styx, but he had made it clear that it would be best not to find out.  Charlie didn’t know how long he had been walking. He had been led to the start of the river by Hermes, but time seemed to have little meaning now that he was under the earth. Hunger and weariness threatened...

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“Runaway” by Hannah Leigh

Submitted to Contest #200

PART ONEThe night was clear and crisp as Rachel Leighton quietly finished packing her bags. The sun had set an hour ago, and the last faint pink glow of day had faded into the deep indigo of night. She worked quickly and quietly, almost frantic in the way that she threw different articles of clothing into a small bag. She was rifling through her clothes, picking out the ones that were the most plain and unassuming of her dresses and skirts. All the while she wondered, what did a woman wear on a farm? What kind of work did a woman do on a far...

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“Lost and Found” by Hannah Leigh

Submitted to Contest #199

*Trigger Warning: substance abuse, overdose. Allison didn’t know that she could feel so happy and so sad at the same time.  The fasten seatbelt sign flickered off and other passengers on the plane began to get up and start the arduous process of collecting baggage and standing in the aisle, waiting for the passengers in front to disembark. Allison remained in her seat for a moment (there was no sense in getting up anyways) and reflected on the last four days. When Allison went to San Francisco, she felt like she knew who she was, ...

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“The Magic Garden: A Beginning” by Hannah Leigh

The sultry and sweet fragrance of well loved gardenias made Adam stop in his tracks. The teacher was walking home from the school, but today the warmth of May had inspired him to take a different and longer route home. This new route took him past rows of townhouses and patio homes, into a section of road with a mix of small and grand houses, both new and old. He closed his eyes and took in the fresh scent of the gardenias, letting his magic draw him to the source of the fragrant flowers. Like following a well-worn path, he crossed the stre...

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“Susan Saves a Life (No Thanks to Bryce)” by Hannah Leigh

Submitted to Contest #197

The day was young and bright when God set in motion his plan to save the life of John Lucas. He had no intention of John dying today and he knew that it lay in John’s destiny to lead America to a better and brighter tomorrow as a future president, but that wouldn't happen if he died at Target. Granted, a lot of people would prefer to die at Target (as opposed to Walmart or their obstetrician’s office), but God didn’t mean for John to die today. He would live, he would thrive, and he would work hard to make lives better for so many people. T...

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“The Postcard” by Hannah Leigh

Submitted to Contest #195

February The chill of February was abrasive to Julie’s nose as she turned onto Redfern Drive. The narrow road lined with cracks and potholes sent her truck bumping along as she pulled up to the first mailbox. Julie pulled out the stack of advertisements, bills, and community newsletters from her passenger seat and slid them into the mailbox, removing and tucking the letter to someone in Illinois into her bin of outgoing mail. She drove from box to box, getting lost in her thoughts as she went through the mundane task–mail in, mail out, day ...

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