I want a yoga instructor with boobs. Real boobs, not those piss-poor B cups; not even C or D will do, although that’s progress …
Fiction
The Keeping Room is an online magazine for all women writers, poets, and artists.
We are looking to publish your short stories, essays, free writing, poetry, and photo essays that touch on topics related to Women’s Wisdom, Lessons Learned, Self-care, Bodies, Relationships, and Community.
Writers selected for publication will be paid $25
The Gifted Class by Mary Morris
It happened during the sweltering summer that they lived out of town, the summer of the white Ford station wagon’s inevitable demise…
If I Die Before I See You by Domnica Radulescu
We saw each other again during a summer storm in the Shenandoah Valley, in the Walmart parking lot. He was returning from a trip to Russia …
Amanda Maynard, Author of The Quixote by Carla Miriam Levy
Amanda cradles the book in both hands; she can hardly believe it’s here. She has lurked in McIntyre’s second-hand bookstore for weeks, hoping its musty shelves would offer up this prize, but never really expecting it …
The Girls
by Kelli Short Borges
Flora stands at the edge of the desert trail, sweat trickling down her back. Scraping her thick chestnut hair back into a high ponytail, she looks forward, her gaze set in determination. Today is the day—she’s going to do it…
Golem
by Victoria Mack
The monster first appears in the shape of a small child, on an unseasonably warm winter day in New York City.
Fat Girl In Crowded Room by Erica W. Jamieson
I should stand, right? And just start talking? Okay, then. I’m Emily. I should tell you it’s not my first time in...
Jailbait by Rachel Christina McConnell
Virginia is for lovers, his license plate said, but I sure as hell wasn’t losing my virginity in the backseat of his car. My first time was in a Motel 6. Getting a room was my idea. I thought it was sexy. Romantic, even. He was twenty-four and I was fifteen. Forbidden love.
Blues
By Sara Gilbert
I thought I’d be happier to step onto American soil. It was home, after all. I thought it would be comforting or...
American Summer
By Shinelle L. Espaillat
Love Allen yearned and survived, carrying the American zeitgeist in her skin. It began just after the last day of...
Tear
By Emily Battistini
It just wasn’t the right time. Maybe that’s what people always say. Or maybe they’ve learned not to say that. Because...
Minimum Wage
By Carolyn McGrath
It was snowing when Bess woke and turned off the alarm. She could see large flakes falling in the dim early light. She...