By: Charles Gibson A round physical object,embedded with a numericalpattern is affixed on a wall,within view of a regular influxof observers. The numbers areresting sturdily in their individuallyappointed dwellings, arrangedupright while in a circle whichsurrounds two hands … that havenever…

By: Cynthia Pitman Prologue: The Book of Omens Behind the old car,resting on cinderblocksbeside the barn,lies a beaten and broken book.Its weathered hidewon’t tell its name,and the rain-soaked pages,dirty and torn,won’t reveal its secrets.Only a few words peek out:diadem,garland,craven,oracles,. ….

By Nancy Kazar Julia increased the volume on her device, but it didn’t drown out the shrill voices of her roommates or stop their relentless banging on the door. Julia removed her headphones and threw them on her desk. “Julia,…

By: James Bates “Hey, man, leave me alone,” I yelled, pushing Eddie away as he tried to grab the only pay phone on the psych ward out of my hand. He was a big man and it was hard to…

By: Stephen Kingsnorth Liminal What was the moment you arrived,when you, the child, could be shown off,and they seemed proud to name you theirs?That liminal, transition point,when you know more than they, for sure,and they know that, with awe, inside,not…

By: Constance Woodring It was spring, and the street was lined with cherry blossoms and magnolia trees. I stopped to appreciate the glorious fragrance that made me feel as if I were inside a talcum powder can. Ida picked a…

By: Jon Carter fear I can hear the drums under my feet,they are waiting at the wrong gatefor me now. sleep, it is only sleepthat I want – but even in deathsleep will not come. it’s the next thing, always…

By: Ricky Garni FINAL CAPSULE I like chocolate and I like obituaries.Some people like dromedaries and machine guns.There’s a ride at Disney World called“It’s A Small World After All.” And within it,an even smaller world. The Circumference of the earth…

By: Vladimir Motchoulski The urchin told me to jump. “Jump,” he said. “Go on. Jump.” I looked away, down and away, toward the crystalline water shimmering at the bottom of the magnificent limestone gorge. Its seductive blue skin calmed the…

By: Roger G. Singer OUR NAMES a prairie start,shadows overyour eyes,jealous cloudssilently passbrushing outwinds andunansweredprayersdrifting downfrom abovewith reflectionsof paths missedand wordsof fire thatno rain couldquenchuntil the yearsof tidesfloated tothe surfaceour names ### RESTART it was the endof thingsand the beginningof…