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Story: Soothing Turbulence

By: Michael C. Keith A blocked bowel will make you howl! –– Anonymous Elliot Connors began to experience intense abdominal pain on his return flight to Providence from the Midwest. For the twelfth time, he’d attended his annual HVAC convention…

Story: Address

By: Sam Rapth Sam Searched for that address. 11, Hope Street, Dunwoody. He stood at the end of the street. There were not many, except a couple of people in that street, at that time. He had to search a bit…

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…