By: Reese Scott It was dark. The three of them had planned this night for some time. They waited till Billy’s parents were asleep, Craig’s Mom passed out and Eddie’s foster parents […]
Story: The Hanging House
Story: Dementia
By: Gaither Stewart The old man needed to piss. Much as he tried to return to ruminations about the Roman Empire, he couldn’t think of anything but piss. Binu should have […]
Story: The Photograph
By: Gaither Stewart Damiano ignores the tourists standing four and five deep at the coffee and pastry counter up front, nods amicably at the cashier, and strides purposefully down the red- carpeted […]
Story: The Way You Cover
By: Emily Eckart Greg had been watching Kayla for three months now, and he still wasn’t sure which of her details he liked best. She had her hair tied up messily. Her […]
Story: A Planned Parenthood
By: Reese Scott The first time I was pregnant I didn’t know until I was almost ten weeks in. The second time I was pregnant I didn’t know until I was 12 […]
Story: Going Backwards Isn’t All That Bad
By: Reese Scott On Sundays he went to church. He sat in the back and listened to the people around him. Never paying any attention to the sermon. In fact he was […]
Story: The Lady of Red Light District
By: Muhammad Nasrullah Khan Ahmad rushed toward the newspaper office, trying to avoid the stinging, dust-filled wind that seemed getting stronger with every step. It was a brief walk from the parking […]
Story: A Storm Changes Everything
By: Gaither Stewart Oh, no, it’s already beginning. As every morning the usual twisting and untangling myself to escape these capricious sheets. Already another day. I no sooner finally drop off to […]
Story: The Banyan Tree
By: Adreyo Sen When I was a boy, my mother was the district magistrate of a tiny little corner of India. Magisterially disapproving of my tendency to disappear in my books and diaries, […]
Story: Stupour
By: Rency Philip “Hand me another mug. I’m still thirsty.” A hesitant mug comes your way across the counter. The karaoke hours were fast approaching and you want to scoot before they […]
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