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The Kowbell Kafe

By: James W. White Jessie dropped the letter on his mattress, “What the living hell?” He studied the envelope for the third time. It was addressed to his cousin, Frank Graves, care of Jessie’s address, from Frank’s mother, Joyce Taylor,…

Story: Seven Devils

By: J.B. Toner When the unclean spirit comes out of a man, it wanders in dry places seeking rest, and finds it not. Then it saith, I will return to the house which I left. And it brings with it…

Howell’s Haunted House

By: Stanford Chigaro Kelvin stopped and looked at the old house to his left. He had passed it every day since he started school three years ago. It was almost like Mrs. Smiths’ house a few blocks away, but the…

The North Window

By: Judson Blake “There’s a man in that house,” said the child. His face dipped as he spoke. His voice was mewling. Sheila Tamm stepped back to look around the fir trees. It was a house she knew well. She…

Story: Kool Aid Street

By: Mary Bone The neighbors call me Goldie. The milk put out on the doorstep for me is perfect. I make my rounds on Kool Aid street every day. This block has always been mine since I left my scent…

2019 Philippine Senatorial Election 

By: April Mae M. Berza 2019 Philippine Senatorial Election  Creatures from Philippine mythology ran for the senatorial election, the tiyanak was thirsty for flesh  and blood just to remain in his  throne while an old aswang  wanted to avenge his…

Hung Jury

By: Alan Berger The depressing envelope in Penny Bankey’s mailbox was surrounded by other depressing envelopes that went by the name of Bill now due. But this envelope out depressed them all as it was a fate worse than death….

Story: The Traveling Baker

By: Ava Zordilla When the doors opened, I knew instantly that these clients were going to put me on the map. The mother walked in wearing a floral Dolce & Gabanna dress, sparkly Valentino pumps and a Prada purse. Her…

Story: The Bard

By Mark Kodama I. When Nicanor the Bard returned home from the wars in Asia, he was restless. He had made a fortune many times over only to lose everything, save his life. When he left Greece, he was a…

Story: Bulldozers and Indians

By: Ed Nichols Boyd Johnson lay on the ground under his pickup, working and cussing. It was hot and humid. The ground he lay on was inherited from his daddy, Melton Johnson, and it had been handed down to his…