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Story: Brooklyn Bridge – Arch No. 6

By: Gaither Stewart That morning an unexpected snow had fallen feather-light on the streets of East Harlem. But after lunch the wind blowing across the river from Queens and the ocean dissipated the black clouds and the winter sun returned….

Story: Double Whammy

By: Ram Govardhan Beauty and brains seldom come together; that is, one rarely stumbles on a stunner with extraordinary intellect as opposed to ubiquitous plain looks with average wits. But, of all the deserving girls in town, such rarity befell…

Story: “And So On”

  By: Brian Vowels Iuliia sat and wept in the window seat of Row 25 on one of the almost daily Aeroflot flights from Guangzhou to Moscow. The airplane was, on the whole, empty and she had the entire row…

Story: ‘My Trampled Rose’

By: Miss Jenny “Honey, fetch all my shirts from mom”, said dad packing up his things. “Dad I don’t want you to go. Please stay with me. I need your support. Please don’t go abroad. Run your business here. Please…

Story: Life can be perfect

  By: Reese Scott They weren’t anyone anymore. They were just still here. They didn’t expect very much. Because there was nothing to expect. This is where they lived. Jane. 52 years old. She married at nineteen. Had a daughter…

Story: Liquidating Perry

By: Zachary Amendt It’s a nuts life, too nuts for memoir. Any sense we make of it is made not by immersion but by piecemeal, by slumming and delving. By hearsay. Some guys are always bridesmaids. It is unbearable to…

Story: Fishing for Pumpkinseeds

By: Richard Luftig Chuck-E-Cheese was created for guys like me. Divorced men who see their kids on weekends. Children who, as they get older, don’t want to leave their friends in order to spend boring time with their fathers. In my…

Story: The Library’s On Fire

By: Reese Scott   He was surprised by the people that came to his funeral. It didn’t make sense to him. He hadn’t spoken to anyone in some time and here they were. Since he had been dead, Jimmy had…