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Fifteen Minutes of Fame

By: Bruce Levine Fifteen minutes of fame. Not much consistency. Not much to build a career on. Not much to build a life on. Why did he bother? Why did he go through all the trouble? He’d asked himself those…

Thalia’s Journey

By: Linda Barrett One Thalia had everything ready for the last night of her life. While Hurricane Denise poured gallons of water down on the small New Jersey town, Thalia prepared herself for her suicide. She bought the sleeping pills…

Video Basement

By Russ Bickerstaff The place would’ve been considered squalid if it weren’t for the fact that there never really seemed to be that much of a consciousness there to judge its condition. This is not to say that there wasn’t…

The Shed

By John Andreini Ringing like a small windchime followed a shadow sliding behind the three human silhouettes perched on the roof. “What’s that?” asked Dean, twisting his body. “My mom’s idiot cat. Kiki,” said Peter. “Bitch hates me.” “Kiki?” asked…

Discerning Friends

By Thomas Elson Bierley knew … Monday morning at the tail end of the worst storm of 1982, and Daniel J. Bierley III, sole surviving family member of a third-generation law firm founded by his grandfather in 1913, rushed past…

The Cherry Factory

By: Rachel Reyes October 21st, 2017 According to the newspaper clippings on your office wall, you are the brilliant Oscar Markovich, fourth-generation business owner, scrappy and shrewd, fast-talking and foul-mouthed, seventy-six years old but still going strong like a sturdy…

The Hit

By: Alan Berger There she was. Just sitting there. At the local bowling alley with her friends. As she was waiting for her turn, she thought how lovely it would be if later that evening, the sounds of the bowling…

Another window story

By: Kusum Choppra Oftentimes waking up is accompanied by a sickening realisation: That some sleep time was devoted to a new painless suicide method. This morning the window net went up to peer down, checking for a clear fall down…

Three Jobs Should be Enough

By: Joel E. Turner Three jobs should be enough, I mean none of them is what you’d really call a job, not like when I was clocking in at the refractory plant, lifting heavy shit to make bricks, running a…

The Bluffer of Ajeebpur

By: Debraj Bhattacharya I. A Worried DM  The District Magistrate of district Ajeebpur, Mr. Hari Sachdev IAS, looked worried. He had just received a letter that a high-profile delegation from the UN would be visiting his district to see the…