By: Andy Marin He feels like a fool as people walk by him and into the subway station. He bites his lip and swallows. He would light a cigarette but he doesn’t want to put off passersby who find smoking…

By: Ian C Smith I wanted to defeat time visiting the boyhood manor of my father, that remote relation, who fled the travails of his life by emigrating.  Envisaging touring his biography that nobody would write I thought, so old,…

By: Mary Bone      The summer between her junior and senior years, Alex worked as a server at Wharf Mountain. The tips were great. Alex nearly had enough money to buy a new car. The mountain was full of tourists…

By: Elaine Lennon They had watched A Nightmare on Elm Street on a television that belonged to Steve’s parents, which meant the television was large and the carpet was thick and the room smelled faintly of furniture polish and whatever…

By: Elaine Lennon Mary Anne Smith had learned, early and with some satisfaction, that the most dangerous people rarely announced themselves. They wore tweed coats with elbows gone shiny, spoke politely about provenance, and waited. She herself had perfected this…

By David William Jurgenson “Ty? Are you all right?” Elissa asks in a worried tone. My girlfriend’s words break me out of my reverie. I try to smile but can only manage a grimace instead. “I’m fine.” Elissa knits her…

By: Clive Aaron Gill Amelia sat opposite Milo in a busy café after their college art class. Roasted coffee and buttery pastries scented the air. Their conversation flowed effortlessly for an hour, and his thick, black hair falling over his…

By L.A. Robbins Cynthia and I are fifteen when the Jesus Freak movement sweeps our high school in Seoul, Korea in 1972. “Cool kids are into Mary Jane, not Jesus,” I protest as we stand at our lockers. I’d only…

By: Suman Mondal Dear readers, I would certainly like to draw your attention to the previous three days. Those were timid days marked by shyness and affliction of my stringing mind. As though circumstances had led me to glimpse her…

By: James Aitchison         Loyal Sir Bedivere gazed upon the broad water.  In his hand was the great sword Excalibur, encrusted with diamond sparks and topaz, its jacinth stones bestowing wisdom on its owner and protecting him for evil.  His…