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Story: My Bologna

By: Katharine Strange Sometimes I turn over in bed, eyes shut tightly against the morning light, and for a moment think I am still in New Jersey. I can almost smell the cat pee and Hamburger Helper. Then I’ll hear…

Turning of the tide

By: K.S.Subramanian Sakundan never harbored many expectations ever since he came to know himself. He even had a philosophical alibi for it. However one tries to know or discover himself he always hasn’t known or unearthed an area of his…

Story: Gravity

By Eric Burbridge A whisper in Lamont Pell’s ear told him to stop at the bar and grill where the Air Force Academy females frequented. The self employed electrician grew bored with playing the field. He wanted a stable intelligent…

In the underground labyrinth

By: Paweł Markiewicz A small ladybug wanted to visit a fairy-queen of ants in the underground under an ancient oak-druidic and its longing for stars was indeed romantic as well as like an primeval world – heroic. The ladybird found…

Story: Intruders

By Kate Rose They were squirrel-like creatures, but bigger. The first time Sally had seen one literally fly off the wall, landing on one of the rafters, she’d made everyone get out of bed and sleep in the newly-renovated basement….

Mysterious Encounter

By: Michal Reibenbach One day on our way to visit my fiancé’s daughter at her boarding school, Carl and I became lost. We’d taken this chance to do some house-hunting in the area of Ashdown Forest, had taken a wrong…

Election day and night

By: Alan Berger If the votes come in the way my wife wants them to, I may be able to get into my wife. Please allow me to explain.She is a Republican.She thought I was too.For a bit.Why did she…

Story: Trek

By: Ramprasath I never go alone anywhere. But this one didn’t go as planned. Me and my friend were planning to go for a trek in Cherokee National Forest. But he turned down at the last moment. That left me to…

Nowadays (A Day With Mr. Emory)

By: Austin J. Dalton The editor is a professional, and for that reason he typically doesn’t have time to answer questions for prying pissants like me. He punches into his shift early, and then after some brief and frivolous socializing…