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Story: Body Park

By: Michael C. Keith Nearly all the best people are dead!   –– Punch “Hey, I ate a freaking jar of Pickled Snake Head Fish washed down by African Pee Cola, so you can do this,” declared Howie Clarkson. “Yeah,…

Story: Leila

By: Bob Kalkreuter   Sometimes I think about my life before Cedar Springs. Before Leila. Before all hell broke loose. Although I’ve only been gone a month, it seems like forever. Like something that happened when I was three or…

Destination: Dnipropetrovsk

By: R.J. Fox As I headed toward my assigned gate at the Frankfurt International Airport – between my world and the new one that awaited me – I stopped for a bouquet of flowers along the way for my friend,…

Story: A Nice Dinner

By: Vijay Johnson-Tanco My name is John Stature from a wealthy family of scientists. The statures have had a key role in providing a cure for the common cold, which mankind really had no need for. There is quite a lot…

Story: Ruby Red

By: Raymond Greiner   A vast forest spans Western North Carolina, one of the largest tracts of forested land east of the Mississippi River including Pisgah and Cherokee National Forests extending into Tennessee. In the hamlet of Clear Creek, adjacent to…

Story: Savior

By: Chris Wilkensen They hit it off at a bar and went to her place after last call, partly thanks to the drinks. He came on her blouse, too excited to wait for her to take it off. She laughed, trying…

Story: Finally She Had Her Son

By: Mira Martin-Parker My grandmother cooked stews and left the bones in them. She prepared an excellent leg of lamb at Easter, and once at Thanksgiving she got mad and threw the turkey out the window. She was Italian and Irish,…

Story: Remembering Life

By: Nicole R. Sander One day Ariana realized that the world had lost its meaning for her. She realized that its usual convincing and ever so charming shine had worn off. Like an old beloved garment, ripped at the seams…

Story: Ashes, Ashes

By Kathie Giorgio Linda didn’t know how the urn got to Goodwill. She only knew that it cost her ten dollars and it would look perfect on the antique spool table in her living room. Linda prided herself on being…