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The Birthday Treat

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…

The Quackers

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…

Mellowing Out

By: Jim Bates Alicia Jorgenson set the cup down and said, “Here you go, Blake. A nice cup of chamomile tea for you.”             Blake held up a hand, smiled his thanks, and said in a low voice, “Come and…

Our Kingdom Come

By: David Leonard Thankfully the privacy curtain blocked his daughter’s view of her hospital room’s doorway. Dave knew his wife had called her Priest, she was very active in the church and knew him well, their daughter was not expected…

My Anthony

By: Ryan Thier I was talking to my Cousin Tommy when my mother grabbed me halfway between my shoulder and neck so hard it made my Cousin Tommy laugh and me writhe, squeal, and tilt like a de-winged fighter plane….

To Die For

By Balu Swami Amanda was holding Brad’s hand when he breathed his last. For almost an hour before he died, he kept saying, ‘I don’t want to die’ and sobbed uncontrollably. Each time, she coaxed him, saying, ‘It’s for your…

Call Girl

By: U.S. Khokhar The Sun removes the starry, dark blanket as a caring mother. But just as a normal kid, it takes a lot more than just uncovering to break the sweet dreams. The emerging sound of the city that…

The Happy Cobbler

By: Ken Kapp             A long time ago in a small Carpathian village there lived two cobblers, Davut and Radut. They were cousins and had been taught their trade by an uncle who had no sons of his own. Both…

Naked in America

By: Duane L. Herrmann My name is Marut, the same as the god of the wind, and my family name is Jafari, which is Sanskrit and means little stream. My father said that, once upon a time, our family lived…