By: Bruce Levine I never thought I was very smart. When it came to gray matter, I always felt that I was rather deficient. In addition to that sense of deficiency I believed that there’s the ratio of diminishing returns….
By Marieke Steiner It’s dark out with just a fingernail of moon and no real streetlights on over the backcountry roads the night I decide to put Chase, my ex-girlfriend’s dog, out to pasture. As soon as I get her…
By: Don Tassone I have a story I’ve never told anyone. I thought I’d take it to my grave, but dying changes the way you think. In the time I have left, I’m going to write it down. Maybe…
By: Brian Michael Barbeito Do you know when it is the middle of dusk and you are in the centre of a liminal time? People don’t talk about the middle of dusk, or not so much, eh. I was on…
By: Todd Mercer Four nights we dug a tunnel from the basement of the Jolly Roger pub to a spot directly below the vault of a bank. If you read the news much, you know which bank. We dug it…
By: David William Jurgenson I exhale a ball of inky white cigarette smoke and narrow my eyes. “We know it’s you Hooper. We know you’re the Crimson Killer. CSI ran an analysis on the killer’s hair we found on the…
By Patty Somlo By the time I got a job at The Boathouse, I had been a waitress for years, first while a sophomore at American University, in Washington, D.C. During my one semester at the on-campus bar, The…
By: Stephen Faulkner A man and a woman sit on opposite ends of a park bench from one another. Both are solitarily heedless of all that goes on around them, even of each other. Each is lost in his…
By: Tom Ball NARRATIVE BEGUN BY Vanderix, an aristocratic scribe. We were all watching the snake fights that evening… as we did every night First up was an old man who had dared to complain. He was fighting a snake…
By: Bruce Levine It was only a matter of minutes. We had a short break so I laid it across a couple of chairs while I went to the men’s room. When I got back it was gone. It’s…