By: Linda M. Crate They lived in a lonely, nowhere town. A goodbye place, a place of new beginnings or endings. It was a rural place full of dirt roads, and a […]
Story: The Dragonfly
Story: Six
By: Nikita Gill August echos of emptiness. **** We parted in July. I loved you too much. I had not thought that would become too much for you to handle. And that […]
Story: Stay Well
By: Merlin Flower The house looked as if it resented the conversion to a clinic. The notice board announcing, ‘Dr. Baanshyam, M.D., Senior Psychiatrist. Chennai- 89” failed to give a clinical air. […]
Story: The Verdant Palms of August
By: Brian Michael Barbeito The stucco walls there, always in the day, and shining from sun that goes to visit. Jacob could hear the ocean gathering strength, at first almost silently, […]
Story: Iwo Jima
By David Hariman He’d promised Jack Borger’s widow he’d “stop by some day” to pay his respects. At the time, he never could have foreseen that a flight of steps would make […]
Story: Sisters
By: David Hariman Her makeup was garishly overdone. There was too much eye shadow, eyeliner and mascara. Her lips glared in fire-engine red lip gloss. Her fingers were tipped in acrylic French […]
Story: The Deep Blue Goodbye
By: JP Miller Jack leaned carefully back in the white plastic chair, testing its strength. The dried, sun-bleached seat was thin and chipped, springy and withered. It cracked and moaned with his […]
Story: The Courier
By David Hariman It was uncomfortably hot in Sierra Leone this time of year; the cooling, sometimes torrential, rains wouldn’t come for four months. The taxi jolted, hitting yet another pothole. The […]
Story: Moon and the China Cottage
By: Brian Michael Barbeito The China Cottage was not a cottage. It was a restaurant on the one lane highway nobody really patronized save for the odd travelling soul. Moon was not the […]
Story: Void
By Jennifer Hutchison Nancy lowered her head over the toilet bowl, forced herself to throw up again. She couldn’t stay in the bathroom much longer. Bubble Guppies would soon be over. The […]
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