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Pain is universal, pedestrian even. You walk a strait path, grasp the iron rod, skirt precipice edges — then rejection sneaks up,...

When they asked for a volunteer to drive the McCumber children on the Primary temple trip, Sister Miller didn’t notice hers was the only...

I first realized there might be something wrong with my vision in sixth grade. My teacher, Mrs. Bullock, had switched up the seating...

We are pleased to announce the finalists in the 2014 Mormon Lit Blitz. Finalists will be published on this blog according to the...

After a very strong response to our call for submissions, we have narrowed the field to a longlist of twenty-four pieces. By the end of...

The Mormon Lit Blitz is the world’s premier contest for Mormon Micro-Literature. Held annually, the contest has helped expose fickle...

As I gaze in the mirror, the stretch marks and scars of my life before me, a silent presentation of my love and work remains. How will I...

Eve: What’s that? Adam: A dove. Eve: And that? Adam: A squirrel. Eve: That squirrel looks different than that one. Are you sure they’re...

Little reflections of all the good that came before you flitter across your newly-minted self. You are a pinkened version of your...

When you dress conservatively and your hair is blue, people look at you. Timid (but cool) people tell you they envy you. Children on the...