By D.C. Mason The letter was typed out neatly on the letterhead of the church school in Knoxville and was signed by their dean of admissions in a black flourish above his name. I could not read the letter but…
By: Edward Wells One The moon laid a strip of light on the dark ocean. The reflection was soft except for the crests of the waves catching the light sharp and white. The ocean seemed so quiet. “Nothing.” John outlined…
By Anita G. Gorman It was spring, finally, at Ashleyville College in the lovely town of Ashleyville, Ohio. Hortense Lilymadden was teaching English 211, Introduction to Fiction, Poetry, and Drama. Her class had forty-seven chairs, and the same number of…
By: Bruce Levine Friday ended without incident. Another week over and Robert Jamison felt that he’d earned his weekend off. As he got ready for the evening he wondered what he’d do. Actually he had no idea. There really was…
By: Allison Morgenthaler John and Marcy Long just got into the car after their appointment with the Medicaid lawyer. The lawyer was advising them on what the middle class must do to afford nursing home costs. They can apply by…
By: Saharsh Satheesh The rain just wouldn’t stop. Accompanied by the wind, both screamed for their lives as lightning crackled. The thunder feeling inferior let out a bellow that shook Earth to its core. All the while, I stayed snuggled…
By: Benjamin Oku “Push! Push!!” Those were the first words I heard as I opened my eyes to this world albeit with some strange creature who had five slender legs pulling me from my mother’s womb. “Congratulations! You are now…
By Robert Feinstein There are these elderly men … I don’t think they are actually rabbis, who spend their days roaming through Jewish cemeteries, looking for the bereaved. Give them a few dollars and they’ll conduct a grave site service in memory of…
By James Bates I never did figure out where the voices were coming from, but they were there, that was for sure, day and night, whispering, “Feed us. Feed us, now.” So I did. Boy, did I ever. I was…
Sing to me Achilles’ Rage: A Moderately Amusing Dialogue Conducted by a Trained Snarkographer
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By: Atticus Ellis I met an old friend for drinks one afternoon, ostensibly to ‘catch up’ on the relevant goings-on of our respective lives since our last encounter (the hiatus had been considerable, about a year), but more immediately to…