By: Sandy Fishnets Only God could see his hand trembling as he dragged the brush across the canvas. It wasn’t him painting—it was something else, something desperate, something screaming for release. The strokes came faster, more erratic, as though the…
By: Torsaa Emmauel Oryiman I had always dreamed of studying at one of the most prestigious universities in Nigeria, Ahmadu Bello University Zaria, University of Nigeria Nsukka, University of Ibadan, and others. I spent sleepless nights researching schools with the…
By David William Jurgenson Harding felt a pit of dread in his stomach as his boss Jeyaseelan called on him to talk about his end-of-year accruals. He smiled and said, “Um, eh, eh, hhhhhe. Sure.” Chowden’s eyes bulged, and for…
By: Jack Bristow “Just because I kill for a living doesn’t mean I’m a subhuman mongrel with no feelings whatsoever. Even I have my limitations.” How many times have I wanted to share that with my therapist, Dr. Kinzer. But,…
By: Christine Schultz Scotty walked to The Lift athletic club humming through the darkness. His routine began at five a.m. with thirty minutes on the treadmill followed by upper body workouts. Every time he pulled down, pressed out and pumped…
By: Tom Ball I said to the gathering of people, here in Titan city, “That I had compiled the list of the 20 best lovers in the Solar System. Of course, the list was largely subjective, and some great…
By: Parthosarothy K Mukherji Who was telling the story? And whose story was it anyway? The words fluttered and flew in the wind. Alexa laughed. The sleek, cylindrical body, within which lurked a deep mind unsuspected by even the most percipient…
By: Parthosarothy K Mukherji As she floated near the observation window of the International Space Station, staring at the Earth below, she thought about the Archibald MacLeish quote: “To see the Earth as it truly is—small and blue and beautiful…
By: Harrison Abbott Gerry used to have a son called Saul. One day when Saul was cycling in the local street, a Land Rover failed to see him coming the other direction at the junction. The Land Rover hit Saul…
By: David R. Topper Note: This story is the sequel to Mud: Shtetl to Shoah, published in the Winnipeg Jewish Post & News, September 2023, pp. 34-38. As in Mud, the format is a dialogue between me and my imaginary…