By: Austin J. Dalton This won’t be the last time. As is probably common, their romance begins as a friendship. The relationship is born in November and it will die in the coming September. Heretofore, J is acquainted with K –…
By: Brooksie C. Fontaine I woke up to find a bear in my bedroom. It took me a second to realize what I was looking at. The thing was an undulating mountain of coffee-colored fur, producing loud, eerily human snuffling…
By: William B. Turner “Junior!” he bellowed. “Where did that boy get to now?” Willard wondered to himself. He was an irascible, but not unusually cruel for the times, man who was proud of what he had achieved, growing the…
By: Oliver Fox That night at the diner, Maya danced behind the counter. The Staples Singers’ “If You’re Ready (Come Go With Me)” wafted from the jukebox, and the hash browns fizzled and popped on the griddle. From time to time…
By: Alan Berger Terrence McNeil could not catch a break in his whole life, so he thought, except for the break his balls, break his back, and ass, and heart kind of breaks. The last was first and will always…
By Peter Ninnes “Do you think you’re the same person you were seven years ago, when you first moved to Helsinki?” The train pulled out of Tampere station on the way back to the capital. Hiroki’s eyes flitted over…
By: Alan Berger He didn’t want to go to the police but he did anyway. “Hey, look who’s here”? The cop at the front desk said to the other cop at the front desk. “Let’s let Irene take his…
By: Robt. Emmett “We’re excited about Amazon Prime Air. We have developed a delivery system that will safely deliver packages to your customers in thirty minutes or less using unmanned aerial vehicles. Our APA drones will….” “Ya know, listening to…
By: Amirah Al- Wassif Everyone has heard of Costa’s miracles in our grey village; the boy who had a wooden toy and a cheerful wren bird. His giant miracles were in his spoken wooden toy which could create a lot…
By: Richard Tattoni I finally got my own computer. Now I would be a writer. No need for a job. Hours turned to days, then weeks, then months, then years until the story was finished. I was the unpublished writer. How…