By: Don Tassone I have a story I’ve never told anyone. I thought I’d take it to my grave, but dying changes the way you think. In the time I have left, I’m going to write it down. Maybe…
By: Brian Michael Barbeito Do you know when it is the middle of dusk and you are in the centre of a liminal time? People don’t talk about the middle of dusk, or not so much, eh. I was on…
By: Todd Mercer Four nights we dug a tunnel from the basement of the Jolly Roger pub to a spot directly below the vault of a bank. If you read the news much, you know which bank. We dug it…
By: David William Jurgenson I exhale a ball of inky white cigarette smoke and narrow my eyes. “We know it’s you Hooper. We know you’re the Crimson Killer. CSI ran an analysis on the killer’s hair we found on the…
By Patty Somlo By the time I got a job at The Boathouse, I had been a waitress for years, first while a sophomore at American University, in Washington, D.C. During my one semester at the on-campus bar, The…
By: Stephen Faulkner A man and a woman sit on opposite ends of a park bench from one another. Both are solitarily heedless of all that goes on around them, even of each other. Each is lost in his…
By: Tom Ball NARRATIVE BEGUN BY Vanderix, an aristocratic scribe. We were all watching the snake fights that evening… as we did every night First up was an old man who had dared to complain. He was fighting a snake…
By: Bruce Levine It was only a matter of minutes. We had a short break so I laid it across a couple of chairs while I went to the men’s room. When I got back it was gone. It’s…
By: Michael Shawyer Why did the post have to arrive so early? The postman whistling about the saints marching in while he bounced up the path like an animated stick insect. There was only one for number 25 and he…
By Nicola Vallera I flatten my potato nose against the cold glass. The old lady across the street stands like a stone figure, her piercing gaze drilling into me like she can see through my soul. A chill runs down…