By: Bruce Levine They all gathered after the storm to assess the damage. Only once before, as far back as anyone could remember, and probably in all of recorded weather history, was there so much intensity for such a prolonged…

By Mike Hickman Back when Betty Boo was still Doing the Do, and I’d no idea what doing the do meant (which should tell you everything), I’d linger in Our Price and I’d look at the albums. And this was…

By: Ramprasath Rengasamy     I wondered if many years of experience in healthcare industry and excessive exposure to sick people, has confused my sensibilities. According to the world, mine was a forbidden relationship but according to me, world is nothing more…

By: Jim Bates “And the winner is…”             Blake Jorgenson held his breath. This was it. This was his chance. Was this the year he’d win first place in the Long Lake Garden Contest? He closed his eyes and thought…

By Eric Burbridge             “I didn’t hear anybody at the door, Marsha.” Craig said and opened it. “You were right.” He looked down there were two styrofoam boxes with vital refrigerate content labels on them. He stooped and carefully lifted…

By: The Birch Twins July 1981 “There’s plenty to do on the south coast for a young lad,” said my uncle, a paternal hand resting on my shoulder as we waved my dad goodbye,” he won’t get into trouble here.”…

By: Prashil Kumar That day Anil peered into his own bedroom. The coast was all clear. There was nothing to worry about. At least not in the present moment. Or in the future few. Anita was busy. Too busy actually….

By: Kim Farleigh Sheep bells clanged with the sheep’s escaping hooves in an olive grove where hikers gripped ropes connected to trees, the track, slippery from hammering feet, plummeting towards turquoise over which refugees in rubber boats had come, fleeing…

By Andrew Wolczyk On the morning of his fiftieth birthday Alan Roome wakes with a sense of excitement and anticipation. He has great plans for the day. He rises, showers and dresses before his wife, Alison, wakes and he has…

By: Barry J. Vitcov Buzzy and Clara fell in love at the duck pond. Of course, like no other romance, it started with the willowy and vibrative sounds of a saw being played crudely by wannabe professional basketball player Buzzy…