By Martin David Edwards The camera club organiser tapped at his watch. “Five minutes for our next wizard,” he said.George stepped forward from the waiting photographers onto the set, his camera at the ready. Isabella sat astride a pair of…
By: Don Tassone Michael Chapman set the template on his desktop computer to five copies and pressed print. He stepped over to the printer, pulled off the five sheets of paper and returned to his desk. He surveyed the writing instruments…
By: Stephen Tillman Scott Carmintz’ first thought on seeing the gorgeous woman striding toward the bar was, high-class hooker. She was wearing a backless sundress barely covering her ass. The dress had a V in front coming down almost to…
By: Austin J. Dalton You’re going to hate how this year ends, but it starts with an alright scene. I’m writing you from more than a decade in the future, and hopefully this letter finds you around New Year’s Eve…
By: David I Mayerhoff The Beauty of It All The soft day Morphs Into the dead of night Each bring with them The essence of beauty and wonder The warm afternoon breeze The growing shadows As the sun turns down…
By: Gabriella Garofalo A bit of advice, blue works best if you need To creep in on the sly, it’s the latest fad, Peeking at the stunning shows of some wannabe star, Nobody cares about oceans or skies – ‘Course you’re…
By: Nicole Le Crane sleeps in again. He calls up that girl from Nico’s apartment to see if she wants to hang out. She comes over and they smoke cigarettes together in the backyard. “Do you have any weed?” she asks….
By: Alan Berger A wedding? What are you nuts? Let me straiten you out. So, what if I wasn’t born into it? I was born, and I grabbed it. We didn’t start off in bad shape. Who does? Not us….
By: Ramprasath “What have you done, Mark?” John’s voice was filled with anxiety. “What?” “He was one like you” Mark grew impatient instantly. “John, I had to worry about my safe return. Jonathan was already dead. There was no point in…
By P.A. O’Neil Aggie slumped back into her Queen Anne desk chair, elbows resting on the slender arms, hands on her thighs. She stared at the crisp sheet of white paper rolled in-and-out of her Remington typewriter. It was as…