By: Ria Banerjee Last night I took an overdose of sleeping Pills. My muslin dreams were invaded by nightmares– naked apparitions swarmed like bees to suck my soul as my parched lips craved yours. I dreamt of dungeons and dragons;…
By: Bamidele Aiyejina Like a billion frozen hellos awaiting the warm blanket of a hi, I’ve been kin to the foxtrot of silence, static, & the assaulting images of lapping currents. It is the carcass of dawn and the curious…
By: RC deWinter sick day burning with feverburning with lustsweat dripssizzling on molten sheets ghost spiders crawl corridors of wet skinraising gooseflesh and memories of rusty lips dragged to the cul-de-sac where desire waits for the next bus to oblivion i…
By: Dan O’Neill I suppose I should have realized from the beginning that the security business was empty,brutal,and despite it’s title ,very insecure.But,on the other hand people always referred to it as easy money and I was looking for a…
By: Kim Farleigh Maria said: “In Europe, women can wear whatever they like.” Charles thought: Here we go again. The usual blind superiority. Will I ever escape from it? Blind superiority annoyed him. He wasn’t sure why. It just did….
By: Michael Summerleigh No coverage, not even one bar, the battery was dead anyway. It was still daytime, but there was an overcast and the sky had a perfectly even dullness, so there was no way to tell what time…
By: Patricia Tramble “Amanda, Jacob scored his first goal today!” Bruce was so excited. “The crowd went mad! There they were the Tiger vs the Cougars, game tied 4-4, Jimmy Thomas kicks the ball down the field and our little…
By: Uche Ozo The night was dark, and the silence deafening, with occasional chatters that sounded like the hoot of owls. I lay still on my bed, eyes to the ceiling and sweating profusely as if I had embarked on…
By: Glenn Ingersoll The Story About the Exercise Her cheeks have a touch of color. And she is wearing a red sweatsuit. “I’m getting so that I look forward to Artemis,” she says. The health club where my brother’s sweetheart…
By: Alexandra Sullivan There is a hooded figure than glides across the white dead sea. Her boat floats as soft as the souls that echo round her. Everyone meets her when their time comes. Many fear her; others willingly go,…