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Poem: two old men

By: Milt Montague two old men met when young and this crazy world was at war once again three psychopaths made a pact that only their countries would rule our planet in this mess these two met preparing to defend…

Story: In the Bed

 By: Sam Rapth In the hall, on the TV, a doctor was uttering the following in an excitedly composed tone. “What is a body? Muscles and Nerves!! Practice for four days, lunch at 3 O clock and on the 4th day,…

Story: LA SCOMESSA (The Bet)

L’amour est un oiseau rebelle Que nul ne peut apprivoiser. . The Habanera,. Carmen, act 1. By Gaither Stewart Adriano and Zero have just consumed first one bottle, then a second of a classic Chianti at the City Lights Bar…

Story: 2,555

By: Reese Scott She was seven when she hung herself. She hung there for almost ninety days until Jimmy, her older brother, came home after being away for the past year trying to find work to support his sisters and…

Story: death do us part

By: Reese Scott When they first met they both knew this was the person they wanted to be with. Things went effortlessly. They made each other laugh. They made each other happy. They shared the same dreams. To live in…

Story: Stuck in the Storm

By: SA Libby The rain has been falling for days. So long his weary eyes can’t remember exactly where the roads lay under all those feet of muddy water. Planks of wood and shingles surf along the surface. Clothes and…

Story: Blind Men of Broadway

By: Arthur Davis “My shoes are wet.” “You walk through a puddle and you expect them to be dry?” “I expect no more from you,” Abe said lowering himself onto the bench they resided on from noon to three every…

Story: What colour is it?

By: Tulika Bahuguna “How do you always wear it? Oh darling, whenever I see you I’m filled with pity!” She smiled at her old colleague. It was not new. It had become a part of her daily existence; people looking…

Story: “Rising to the Occasion”

By Austin Manchester While some journalists were overseas covering terrorists and revolutions, Clark Donovan was writing a story that people would only read while taking a shit or drinking their coffee. His editor demanded a story by that night about…