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Juliana and the Virus

By  Anita G. Gorman It was the fifteenth day of the plague. Well, not the plague exactly, but what was now being called the Hodie virus. Juliana was scared. Everyone was now inside. Spring was starting to show itself. Shoots…

Daisy’s Neighbor

By: Padmini Krishnan I can’t believe I just heard that. I pricked my ears and stopped near the lift. Yes, someone knocked on the door from inside my neighbor’s house. I paused for a minute in the corridor, unsure of…

Dippy’s Last Show

By Dawn DeBraal Samuel Marsh smoothed the white paint on his face as he stood in the mirror of his motorhome. He was preparing for the birthday party, wishing he could cancel, but it was too late. He tried calling…

Fortune

By Ramprasath Rengasamy      I worked as a computer engineer in one of the fortune 500 multinational companies. I was not married. As I was bored at home, I had stepped out to have a long ride on the highway…

Khosh’ard

By: Saman Rizvi “Ooonee…twoooo…Thileeee…thileeeee” Shehla is counting and assorting her pebbles in the garden; a microcosm of Khosh’ard that sleeps cozily snugging bleak fences to her left. To her right lies the pot half-filled with pebbles and a few of…

Covid City Blues

By: Adam Kluger It will end someday…but I probably won’t be around to see that thought Eldred Chambarlee. 90+ days in self-quarantine can make a man think. Think about his mortality. His mistakes. His loved ones. His courage or lack…

Sexual Healing

By: Adam Kluger It wasn’t a lifetime but 37 years was a good stretch of time.  After a particularly vivid dream where the two spoke again finally, and connected intimately in the lobby of the apartment building he grew up…

Making Your Mark

By: Jeremiah Minihan          If he was writing this as a story, he would call it “The Homecoming”. But, George Flannery chuckled, that title had been used many times before. He knew that he would not be writing the story…

Desolation Peaks

By: Jeffrey Penn May With each step into the wilderness, Nick reminded himself that he wanted to be alone. But he didn’t fully understand why. Although the feeling was similar to one occasion when he spent his entire evening leaning…

Sadistic Climax

By James Flynn      The vast hall was completely silent, apart from the final death squeals of the monkey writhing around on the floor down below. A thousand eyes stared down at this spectacle from the stands, each one black…