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Story: Places We Call Home

By: Hannah Thurman Month 1: Olivia realized, for the first time, how quiet everything was. She had just gotten home from her job at the lab, stepping carefully around the gouges in the lawn left by the renovators’ ladders. The…

Story: Out of the Abyss

By: Bob Kalkreuter The girl’s tight red dress bounced around like a bag of fighting cats. A car slowed and honked. “Well lookie there,” said Ernie, leaning against one of the palm trees that fronted the empty parking lot directly across…

Story: A Painful Truth

By: Vijay Johnson-Tanco “Listen, ye children, to the tale I have to tell. The morals I can teach you will save all of us from our own destruction. All I ask is not even a moment of your time, a…

Story: The Fall of a Butterfly

By: Vijay Johnson-Tanco From a very young age people all begin to learn, so they can work, love, and appreciate. -Please don’t! I didn’t mean to do this, I shouldn’t die! God no!- It is said that humans need to…

Story: For My Eyes Only

By: Ajay Patri She tells me to start using contact lenses. I want to protest at this suggestion, enraged that she is so insensitive to the intimate connection I share with glasses. But because we are surrounded by people, I…

Story: The Acrobat and The Ballerina

By: Gaither Stewart From her seat high in the corner of the grandstand Sophia is at the same altitude as the acrobat on the trapeze. She leans forward from the edge of her seat and gazes across at him. His…

Story: Finding Level

By: Raymond Greiner My name is Howard Woodward. I have lived in this city for twenty years, have a good paying job and live in an up scale apartment. During formative years I dreamed of city life, an ever-busy place…

Story: The Flask of Paterfamilias

By: Paulo Lorenzo L Garcia IT was a dark and dreary midnight, tenebrous rain clouds hovered pensively up in the sky, swirling back and forth to conceal the moon. The silver rays of moonlight had once again unveiled itself upon…

Story: The Song

By: Debadatta Pati ‘Mile sur mera tumhara’ was my mother’s favorite song when I was hitting puberty. I was twelve, maybe thirteen. I don’t remember the exact time when she started humming this song all the time. The song had…

Story: Only Kindness Matters

(Part of the Colors That Bind Triology) By: Linda M. Crate The queen paced around the banquet hall nervously, wringing her hands. She knew this news wasn’t going to go over well. The counsel of fae had glared dangerously at…