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The Demon and the Desperate

By: Josephine Rudolf “Why did you come?”, the demon asked with a sultry voice. “I, I” she stuttered. Her vision began to blur, as he stepped closer. “Ok, easier question what’s this?” he questioned, pointing to her right hand. “I……

The Horn Woman

By: Luís Amorim The car arrives and after parking, there is only one way out, not an alternative one to escape from the woman on the talk task with some unknown man. The desire for a safe escape is because…

Do You Know . . .

By: Cora Tate Jocelyn felt glad to be home, even felt glad to be back at work.  She’d enjoyed her third trip to the United States, enjoyed catching up with old friends and seeing beautiful places she’d known plus several…

Walking

By: Paul O. Anozie  Two girls walked on a long, sandy road as Ambu and I played under a cashew tree by the zoo on the left. The zoo stood on a prominent place on the old road running from…

The Discreet Charms of the Literati

By: Ken Wheatcroft-Pardue “Huh?”             I couldn’t quite catch what Carmen had said. The wind had blown her words away. I could almost see the scrambled letters, flitting between an all natural food store and a Big Tex Burger franchise….

Rubber Face

By: Nicole Lynn           Sometimes I remember your face looking like it was made of rubber. Smooth and supple, a canvas of silicone stretched tight over framework bones. Your smile was a malleable one. You carried…

A Quiet Day in Cluny

By: John Frame An unexpected surprise greeted me that served to soothe my frayed nerves and allowed me to sleep easy for a short time.  I received a letter from Andrew Carnegie.  My letter to him was, he maintained, one…

Cathedral

By: Anthony Ward Charlie had stowed himself in the Cathedral. Not with any malicious intent you understand. It was just he thrived on experience. He liked to observe things in the unconventional.             He had sneaked up into the triforium…

Dishing

By: Dan O’Neill         “Can you believe  Mary Lou had the nerve to show up?, Kelly Thorpe says,a piece of Capone Chicago pizza,in one hand a glass of punch in the other one. She is sitting on a folding chair,…