An epistolary story that keeps the reader engaged.
By: Paweł Markiewicz I am standing before a cute mirror, therethrough looking, and I see there Prometheus, his torches with fires, a weird-like ash, a poetical comet as well as the words >youthhood of studies< in a golden frame. I…
By W. K. Rathburg Command, this is Palma Fesco. Of Search and Rescue? The same. I find myself in a pickle. I need help. What do you mean? I’m stuck under a ventilation shaft. What? It collapsed. In the Veldor Sector. …
By: Zach Murphy There it was. It was that faint tune. The tune of a song playing on a jukebox from the back room in a dingy bar within the ghost town of a dream. The mysterious sound meandered through…
By Ted R. Larsen He walks into the room, all white walls and cotton sheets, monitors and tubes. His friend is sleeping – at least he hopes that’s true. Ah. The chest moves up and down lightly. Sleeping it is….
By: Alina Gufran The airplane felt stuffy, too hot, the seats too cramped, the aisles reeked of pickle and mustard oil, the air hostesses’ make-up wasn’t blended right. Everything was overdone, stereotyped, wrong. I couldn’t put my finger on why….
By: Kate Novak The horizon is so wide that when I trace it with my eyes, it is a full circle. The ochres and browns of the undergrowth mix with the hazy, powdery, washed out blue of the sky. It…
By Mark Kodama I. When I hike, I travel alone. Although I have been warned by many well-meaning friends about the dangers of hiking by myself, I am careful and limit myself to overnight trips. Sometimes, I feel at…
By: Alan Swyer “How about dinner Friday evening?” Jeff Samuels asked when his father answered the phone. “What’re you talking about?” replied Phil Samuels. “I’m coming to Florida.” “To visit?” “To do some filming and, hopefully, visit.” “You’ll have to…
By: Michal Reiben I am searching through Google as to which insects can possibly be biting me? Much to my surprise after intense research, the answer which turns up is ‘Bed Bugs’. How can that be? I know there is…