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Ursula’s Birthday Surprise

By: Jeff Harvey Randall placed three folding chairs around the card table, then added a rolling one with a broken caster. He opened a bottle of wine and poured himself a glass, drinking it like a shot of whiskey. “Make…

Hospitality

By: Carlos Delgadillo So many noises were filling the air. Screams, the shouts of soldiers, and of course, a bang! Noah jolted awake, and followed immediately with a wince as a shot of pain radiated from his left leg. He…

Rays of Hope

By: Sarah Fan “Hey. Hey!” Will cried, chasing after SIM as he burrowed further through the landfill of scrap metal and waste. “Look man, we can’t do this without you.”           SIM turned his head back. It gave a rusted…

Catalyst

By: Carlos Delgadillo The cold spray of near-freezing muck from the gutter seemed to pounce on me from my right side. Even my umbrella could not protect my gray coat. It now weighed as much as a brick and was…

The Sweet Sorrows

By Ahming Zee Carl White passed away. This news has rocked China. My phone never stops ringing. Visitors with cameras are crowding my apartment door for a snippet of White’s life. Too saddened to talk, I have to plan an…

King Of Cat

By: H.L. Dowless In the month of April, when the leaves begin to spring from their wooden sepulchers, and the rains fall from the loft of high heaven above, so geared the mighty warrior, Sebastian Oswald for mortal combat. It…

Too Many Masks

By James Bates Bam! Bam!! Bam!!! “Open up, it’s the police.”             Oh, shit, thought, Bryan, what have I done now? He got out of bed, stumbled over a shoe and fell to the floor. Shit. He got up cursing…

Alia

By: Aruna Subramanian “Wake up Sweety! You don’t want to be late for school, do you?” her mother called out from downstairs. Alia was awake but didn’t get up from the bed. She was looking at the ceiling and wondering…

I Love You

By: Malik Nasla “You were in a crash. Can you tell me your name?” “What’s happening? Who are you?” “Calm down you are fine I just need to know your name” “Emma” “You were riding your bike and lost control…

Claudia, Berlin

By Harrison Abbott Ron still thinks about her often in dreams. If indeed thought can be pure within the magical arena of dreamland. It is only when asleep then that a full grief for her can be felt. She plagues…