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1st Place Narrative: Alyssa Lemon

December 25

What You Thought You Had Camouflaged and hidden messages over a written bay of sand Moonlight over chandeliers following crisply off the coast of land Yet as moonlight hits shore As all will disappear And the man you will see before you will never be quite clear Though you may think you know this one Yet do not think so soon The person you thought "who cared" You will never have a clue And who has to say; you will never have a chance Please go; leave while you can When you thought you had this moonlight, these chandeliers, and the hiding of camouflage

1st Place Short Story: Samantha Egerton

December 25

Shipwrecked The water poured over the sides of our boat. We are lost, is an unending scene of angry black water. Thunder claps louder than a gunshot, rattling everything surrounding me. Lightning lit everything up temporally. I can see my friend, Lauren, who was on the boat with me. Crimson blood runs down her cheek form a cut. Her hair soaked from the rain and the waves.As the light disappeared, a black piece of fabric went over my eyes and I could see nothing. I could her her getting sick over the side of the boat from the relentless rocking. Where were we? When will this end? Will we even survive?I do not know what will happen to Lauren and I, only God knows that. While I sit here in the dark, awaiting my fate, let me start from the beginning of the day, the beginning of the story. As the red sun rose over the city skyline, Lauren and I were rising out of our warm covers and put on our boating gear. We wanted to get out of our busy life in the city for just one day, we were going to the beach the take my family's big boat out into the ocean for a relaxing day on the water. Lauren and I go to work in the busy life of the city five days out of the week and it really takes a toll on somebody's mental health. We drove the two hour drive to the crystal like water of the Atlantic Ocean and drove up to the dock. We walked on the gray wood of the dock with all the color sucked out of it by the harsh sunlight. The weather was perfect. No clouds and a light breeze, you would of had no idea a storm would be coming through that night. Lauren and I stepped into the large white boat that looked like a big snowball compared to the dark blue water. I slowly drove into the calmest part of the ocean I could find and Lauren and I just talked and relaxed in the sun, working on our golden tans. The area of water we were in was calm and the light breeze was still around. I had deep conversations with my bestfriend and we had a great time. We got into some wine on the boat and kept talking. After we got into the wine and I fell asleep, I had no idea what happened until the boat started rocking furiously and we were getting rained on. I jumped up fast, I saw no land around anywhere and no other boats. I had no idea where we were of what had happened. Lauren was franticly trying to get her phone to work but there was no service of course, because we were in the middle of the ocean. The next thing thing I thought to do was to turn on the motor and drive away from this mess, but, it would not crank. There was no gas. I forgot to check the gas tank before we left. That is how we ended up where we are now. In a situation that will probably kill us and there is nothing we can do about it. What can we do? I go over to sit with Lauren. I tell her to just sit on the floor by the steering wheel with me. We will sit this out together. We always sit everything out together whether it is a physical or emotional storm. I must of been hit in the head with something, because when I opened my eyes, it was bright. My face was laying on sand and there was a soft pleasant breeze. I slowly tried to get up, my head was pounding. The light hurt my eyes and my left arm hurt so bad, I could not put any weight on it. I roll myself over on my back, not looking directly at the sun but to either side of me. I do not see Lauren on the stretch of beach I am on. I do not see any buildings around either. I see debris from what I can only assume was out boat. I get up. I start to walk around, try to figure out where I am but I see nothing. Will I survive? I put my arm in a makeshift sling using my pants. After a day of walking with the sling on, I found some berries and an injured bird, I killed with a stick. I mashed the berries and put them on the bird meat and cooked it over a fire. I could not find Lauren anywhere, but I still hadn't circled the whole island or wherever I was so there was still hope. I ate my dinner which actually wasn't too bad. I slept by the fire I had made and hoped no animal came along and ate me. I woke up the next morning and continued on my journey around the island. I began to see more pieces of what I can only assume was our boat. As I came up on pieces of the boat, I sifted through them trying to find anything at all that I recognized. All I found was a part of the name of the boat confirming it was part of ours. It was beginning to get dark so I looked for more food, I was starving. I found another bird and more berries. I was just about to set up camp for the night when I say a large rock with something stuck to it. I dropped my things and ran to it. Was is Lauren? It was her. I ran shouting her name over and over again but no answer. I got to her. She was blue, her eyes closed. I felt for a pulse, nothing. Lauren was dead.

1st Place Personal Narrative: Vitaly Gerasimchuk

December 25

On a cool, silent, August morning, the sky looked a lot darker than usual. Instead of the usual beams of sunlight peeking through my window, I only received a dull glow from the blanket of clouds covering the sky. My blue eyes glanced at the floor and noticed an empty, blaze orange sleeping bag. I surmised that my 9 year old cousin, Aiden, had already gotten up. My 13 year-old self rolled over to the empty screen of my alarm clock. Great. That meant that I had to crawl out of bed, struggle to the door, and check the clock in the hallway. After a few pep-talks, I managed to get out of bed and to the door. As I opened the door, I noticed that the rest of my house was completely devoid of light. My family seemed to have made a practice of turning on every light we physically had, even when during broad daylight. Naturally, I was quite surprised to find that this wasn't the case this morning. My family scrambled around the kitchen. My mother, 7 months pregnant at the time, tried to figure out how she would get her next fix of coffee while my dad calculated how long the food in the fridge would last. Aiden sat at the table, informing my parents that he felt hungry, in case they had forgotten within the last 30 seconds. When he saw me, he filled me in on the situation. "So, what's for breakfast?" I queried. "Nothing. At least nothing in the house,"Aiden replied. "What? Why?" Supposedly, the power went during the night (Where it went, I have no idea, but it definitely avoided our house) and we wouldn't be able to make any pancakes or waffles. When I mentioned cereal, my father vigorously shook his head. "No cereal,"he stated. "Why not?" Aiden and I both asked. "There's no power running through the fridge and I don't want the cold air to escape so you can't open the door." Dad explained, rather adamantly. Although we didn't see the harm in opening the fridge a couple of times, Dad wouldn't budge on the subject so Aiden and I gave up. A question occurred to me. Why was the power out in the first place? As I contemplated the possible reasons for such an accident, I suddenly recalled the events of the previous night. My dad shook my Aiden and me awake in the middle of the night. Through the howling of the wind outside, he ordered the both of us to go downstairs. "There's a storm; a tornado" Dad explained between jagged breaths. "Then why aren't there any sirens or alarms?" I questioned, rather groggily, trying to think of a reason to not leave my bed. "I don't know, but we need to go downstairs now!" While my parents seemed to be very concerned, I on the other hand, only cared about sleeping and felt quite annoyed that someone had interrupted one of my favorite activities. Alas, my cousin obeyed and arose from his sleeping bag on the floor so I decided to follow suit and got up from my bed to follow him, and the rest of my family, to the basement. As I lumbered down the stairs through squinted eyes, I noticed an intense brightness from the windows. Although it was 1:00 A.M. and should have been completely dark outside, lightning flashed so bright and often it seemed as if someone in the sky had decided to start flicking the lights on and off. My brain, of course, did not care whatsoever about the lightning or tornado and I promptly fell asleep after sprawling out on the basement couch, only to be reawakened an hour later when my parents told me and my cousin that we could go back to my room. The events of the previous night came back to me in a surge of memory and I rushed outside to check out the devastation. After a quick survey of the front and back yard, I felt pleased to find out that no harm had come to my home or the property, meaning that I had less work to do. Only a large branch and a multitude of twigs and leaves had fallen down on the lawn and ,although they were a pain for my cousin and me to pick up, we managed to tidy up the lawn within a reasonably small amount of time. The real surprise came when my whole family decided to take a drive down the street. The town was in complete disarray. Electrical lines were snapped in half. Walls had fallen off of people's houses, creating an opening that made them look similar to dollhouses. Our neighbor had a tree lodged into their front window, like a marshmallow pierced with a prong. As we drove around, we saw more unique spectacles. A canoe on someone's roof, a large gas stations sign impaling a truck, a trampoline wrapped around a tree like a coil of rope. It seemed so unnatural, so unreal, so unexpected, that I wondered if I was actually still asleep. Unfortunately, the display that I saw had no fabrication whatsoever. As it so happens, that night was the first night that my younger cousin had slept over in several years. His reaction to these events was complete disbelief. "Does stuff like this happen all the time here?"he asked. "No. This is the first time something this serious has happened since we started living here," my father replied. "Why are you asking?" I questioned. "Because I'm not sure if I really want to sleep over anymore," he responded.

1st Place Poetry: Cameron Davis

December 14

Who Disrespects the Flag? You disrespect the flag, Therefore that’s why, We wear it with pride. You go against the code, But really we don’t. Disrespect the Veterans, How could you be so cruel? That being said, We are all about Human Rights, Till it gets to be overused. We stand together, We are one country, But how ‘bout you? Kneeling stands out. You’re supposed to do your job, Not take on a cause. We won’t stop, Unless you understand. It’s all about the protest. It has a bigger meaning. It’s more than just a flag. (now read it from top to bottom) It’s more than just a flag. It has a bigger meaning. It’s all about the protest. Unless you understand, We won’t stop. Not take on a cause? You’re supposed to do your job. Kneeling stands out! But how ‘bout you? “We are one country, We stand together!” Till it gets to be overused. We are all about Human Rights. That being said, How could you be so cruel? “Disrespect the Veterans?” But really we don’t. You go against the code, We wear it with pride. Therefore that’s why, You disrespect the flag.

Congratulations, Bridle Path Press NEW VOICES Winners!

December 12

Some amazing new voices won this year's writing contest. 1st Place Personal Narrative: Alyssa Lemon 1st Place Poetry: Cameron Davis 1st Place Short Story: Samantha Egerton 1st Place Personal Narrative/Short Story: Vitaly Gerasimchuk

Publisher's Weekly gives glowing review of The Golden Hour

December 12

The Golden Hour: A Nora Tierney English Mystery M.K. Graff. Bridle Path, $12 trade paper (316p) ISBN 978-0-9908287-8-5 In Graff's fast-paced fourth mystery featuring expat American Nora Tierney (after 2015 The Scarlet Wench), Nora, the successful writer of a series of books for children featuring a band of fairies in England's Lake District and the mother of a 10-month-old son, comes to believe that she's being stalked. For help, she turns to her significant other, Det. Insp. Declan Barnes of the Thames Valley CID. Meanwhile, Declan, who has a reputation for successfully solving serious crimes, lands another baffler after Oxford painting conservator Emma Jevons apparently dies from smallpox. The possible revival of that disease is disturbing enough, but Declan and his colleagues are even more alarmed when the infectious disease specialist raises the prospect that Emma was killed by a genetically modified virus that would be resistant to vaccination. Graff maintains suspense by providing the perspectives of Emma's stalker and a wealthy Russian megalomaniac. Vivid characterizations complement the solid plotting.(BookLife)

Doorway to Murder now available through Bridle Path Press

November 04, 2016

Join us in welcoming new author Carol Pouliot with her debut novel Doorway to Murder, a time-travel mystery. For a review of Doorway to Murder in the Syracuse News click here.

New in 2016 from Bridle Path Press

November 04, 2016

Bridle Path Press is proud to announce Across the River, a new novel by Melissa Westemeier.

Graff Mystery Novels Win Awards

November 04, 2016

Congratulations to M.K. Graff whose mystery novel The Green Remains won first prize as Best Classic British Cozy in the Murder and Mayhem Awards from Chanticleer Media. The Green Remains joins The Blue Virgin, which previously won the same award. For Chanticleer's review of The Blue Virgin, click here. The Scarlet Wench, the third in the series, is shortlisted for the same award, to be announced later this year. And congratulations also to Graff whose new novel Death Unscripted was selected as a Mystery Finalist in the 2016 IAN Book of the Year Awards and is also shortlisted for Best Mystery from Chanticleer Reviews.

NYTimes bestselling author Meg Waite Clayton hosts Madeleine Mysko on her blog

November 04, 2016

Read Madeleine Mysko on "A 1st novel . . . in a mere 20 years. Click here. Read about Stone Harbor Bound in NewWorld Review. An Interview with Madeleine Mysko appears in More Light. Hear an interview with Madeleine Mysko on WYPR.

New Nora Tierney Release!

September 09, 2017

The Golden Hour is MK Graff's latest addition to the Nora Tierney English Mystery Series. While MK Graff begins her book tour, The Golden Hour has garnered much attention, including making the longlist for the Mystery and Mayhem Award from Chanticleer Media.