By: Brian Barbeito All around there is a small crack. The world in the town and of the town shown impertinence by the harsh ice storms. Crack again goes the earth there, as […]
Story: Like A New Cacophonous Thunder
Story: Dear Daddy
By: Michael C. Keith Revenge is a kind of wild justice. –– Francis Bacon Doug Barren pressed his mother about the identity of his birthfather for months before she very reluctantly […]
Story: Armor and Amour
By: Brian Barbeito In the morning the brightness tried to come through the drapes though there was a thick thread count.The drapes were a dark gray, the sheets white and orange- with small […]
Story: Sounds of Memory
By: Brian Barbeito The dog must have had a nightmare then. The houses and streets cupped in the thick hours of dark, the dog barking- almost yelling at something. Waking up then- descending […]
Story: Petal
By: Olusola Akinwale My sister Monica’s nickname is Petal. I gave her this moniker when she was two because she loved that colored part of a flower and was just as delicate. […]
Story: Doggy In The Garden
By: Aamir Sohail Do you remember how it feels to be really wrong? Like when you close your eyes and walk down the steps and you feel there is one last step, except […]
Story: THE PRIEST AND THE SHAMAN
By: Gaither Stewart With a pretty face but a tendency toward heavy thighs, fat arms and a roll around her tummy, sixteen year-old Eliana had gradually stopped eating. Last June, with the […]
Story: Redemption
By: Phil Temples “I should explain that I’m not a regular churchgoer, Father. I believe in a Creator, and I know the difference between right and wrong. Most of the time, anyway. […]
Story: Goat Power
By: Raymond Greiner The year is 1923 and the country is in the midst of the Roaring Twenties. Euphoria has not ceased since the end of The Great War. The alcohol flows like […]
Story: Deep Down Under
By: Debadrita Chakraborty The picture loomed at one end of the pastel hued wall. Deprived and lonesome. A face, alive and prominent amidst silhouetted men and women, greyed skyscrapers and a dilapidated blurry […]
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