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Reconstruction

By: Don Tassone Five months after the end of a war that pitted brother against brother, still dressed in his blue uniform, Thomas Fenwick approached a brick house surrounded by oaks and maples with leaves of red and brown.  White…

The agony in writing

By: Josephine Rudolf She shut down her computer for the fifth time that day, the feeling of rejection drowned out whatever bit of hope she had left. The aspiring author avoided looking into the mirror, on her way to the…

Voices

By: Ruth Deming When I awoke and removed the noisy CPAP machine from my nostrils, I remembered. Writing day! I peeked out my upstairs window. An enormously bright light grinned at me from the darkness across the street.             The…

Janice and James

By: Bruce Levine Plan “C” Janice and James were spontaneous. They had many things they regularly enjoyed, but could easily take a detour and discover an adventure. When one plan failed, for whatever reason, a quick turn, physical or otherwise,…

Alien Gods

By: Tom Ball I      Boris Q was a big unknown when the people elected him to lead America. But he seemed full of promise. He said he would introduce new Aliens that he had discovered were living amongst us…

The Revolutionary New Method

By: Stephen Faulkner             Since it has gained its small share of notoriety over the past few months it has been labeled a “profession” in a sneering sort of manner.  One does not go into such a discipline lightly, seeking…

The Incident at Mule Deer Run

By: Charlie Dickinson Clamping cellphone to his fleshy ear, he glowered at the backyard, waiting on the rings.             “911, do you need police, fire or ambulance?”             “What can you send? Hurry, I gotta dead body here.”             “Okay,…

The Insurance Overheated

By: Todd Mercer Either nobody had information on what caused the restaurant blaze, or they’re all in on it. Each local station put out footage of smoldering char-wood that was previously the thriving Maguire’s Surf-n-Turf. Now it’s an issue of…

Apple Cider Vinegar

By: Anna Louise Steig The overhead fan is buzzing like a mindless insect, and I am waiting for my boyfriend to twist on the water before I let my piss spray into the toilet bowl, hoping he won’t hear the…

My Son’s Dream

By: Khemendra Kamal Sarwan was cremated three days ago. Tonight, a well-known singer came to sing kirtans. The makeshift shed was full of people. A group of women encircled Sarwan’s widow, who sat lifelessly. Men formed small circles around yagona…