By Beatriz Cicci Ms. Maureen Campbell was proud to attest and confirm with confidence that, throughout her 72 years of life, she had only kissed whom she had ratified to be totally and completely in love with. When inquired in…
By Mark Kodama When the wrought iron gates of St. Mary’s Industrial School for Boys swung wide, George was just an unwanted reform school boy destined for oblivion. But George Herman Ruth could play baseball better than any other…
By: Stephen Faulkner I walked from where it all took place with a steady gait down a dark and humid street. Darkness enveloped me like a shroud, like a fetid blanket pulled around me, hiding me. Still her eyes found…
By: Anupama Mishra But I forget this in madness,Now the childish tender feelings of mineare on obstinacy strike,To go to such place where it was at a timeWhen immaturity was at its prime,All the things had an element of wonder.But…
By: Prashil Kumar It was a nightmare for Emily. Musaffar refused to let her go overseas to work. The job offer had come all the way from Venice, Italy. And although her contract would only last ten months, Emily would earn…
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….