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The Great Train Robbery

By: James Dickman Close to the one-horse town of Wilcox, Wyoming, about six miles west of the old Rock Creek train station, Butch Cassidy a chiseled-jawed bank and train robber, bit the end off of his long thin panatela cigar…

Shahtoosh

By Reena Kapoor This is the third time in three months that she’s called. I hesitate. I want to help. Gosh, I’d love to help. What an example, a woman like her could set! Especially in our community, our well…

Toenails and Zombies

By Eric Burbridge             “Get up hurry! Put your hands in the slots, convict.” Dillard Wamchukie shouted those words through the barred opening in my cell. “They coming, hurry!”             “How’s the zombie war going? Those shells whistling over mean…

Gravitational Waves

By: Nate Tulay “Are the ripples in spacetime created by merging black holes aspiring differently if you are much closer, say within a couple of light years verses the few billions that we been detecting.” – StarTalk In simple English,…

Captains The Word

By Dominic Tramontana Forks and knives clinked against the metallic trays in the mess hall. The observation window stretched along the outer wall revealing the empty void of space to all the crew mates. Every mealtime cycle was loud. After…

Past Due

By: Michael Summerleigh Somebody came through the door of the Rose & Crown and a slash of sunset snuck in with, knocked him blind for almost a minute, so he didn’t actually see her walking up to his table. The…

The Male Helper

By: Padmini Krishnan “Sammy, our new housemaid is a guy.” I put my piano practice book down and looked at my 9-year old brother, Rex, trying to absorb what he said. “Are you kidding me? There are no male housemaids.”…

Of Their World

By: Evelyn Jin When I think of Terra, I think of how Mama used to tell me tales of the stars. I was just a child, maybe seven or eight, when she’d clutch me tight to her chest with one…

Losers

By: Dan Yonah Johnson July 1969, West Side of Columbus, Ohio In the field behind the school, Julian DeCroix was fixing to fly his model rocket. Other kids huddled around. The rocket was an alternative type. It didn’t have a…

Torn pages

By: Stephen Faulkner             When for some odd reason the subject of alleys come up in conversation the people I talk to immediately presuppose an urban setting. They never think in terms of a town or a village, only a…