By: Michael C. Keith Haunted for ever by the eternal . –– William Wordsworth The house at 31 Hoover Street came into existence in the midst of the Great Depression. A Craftsman bungalow, it was constructed by L.V. Myerson Builders…

By: Gaither Stewart (An unconscious reference to Albert Camus’ La Chute)   At first it had seemed that all of Ferdinando’s problems began when he tore the meniscuses in both knees when he jumped—he subsequently claimed—from a one-meter high stone…

By: G. D. McFetridge The first day I took a long walk through town, the backdrop brought forth two clear impressions, one of which was destined to last over time while the other was constantly changing. Every day thereafter, I perceived…

By: Prachi Sharma How the hell do I take out that bitch Marilyn, Nick pondered, as he slumped on the giant bed in his opulent suite in Waldorf-Astoria, New York City. The AC was on full blast, yet his expensive…

By: Adreyo Sen When the little girl was very little, her dearest possession was her pillow, a soft, shapeless thing of blue cotton. To her, its smell was the most beautiful thing in the world. The little girl carried her pillow…

By: Gaither Stewart   1. I find it curious that with the passage of time many former places of worship of various religions—cathedrals and temples, synagogues and mosques, or the pyramids in the jungles and deserts—change their nature and morph…

By: JP Miller The day after I arrived in the Nam, I was immediately choppered out to Camp Radcliffe in An Khe where we were tasked to run operations in the central highlands as support for infantry units. I was…

By: Adreyo Sen When she was five, she was a brave little boy, addicted to Gi Joe, who dreamt of earning his father’s gratitude by saving him from terrorists.  She was in love with her pretty English teacher.             When…

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 never come home. They met just up the…

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 long since been back. Probably downstairs at the…