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Story: Intruders

By Kate Rose They were squirrel-like creatures, but bigger. The first time Sally had seen one literally fly off the wall, landing on one of the rafters, she’d made everyone get out of bed and sleep in the newly-renovated basement….

Mysterious Encounter

By: Michal Reibenbach One day on our way to visit my fiancé’s daughter at her boarding school, Carl and I became lost. We’d taken this chance to do some house-hunting in the area of Ashdown Forest, had taken a wrong…

Election day and night

By: Alan Berger If the votes come in the way my wife wants them to, I may be able to get into my wife. Please allow me to explain.She is a Republican.She thought I was too.For a bit.Why did she…

Story: Trek

By: Ramprasath I never go alone anywhere. But this one didn’t go as planned. Me and my friend were planning to go for a trek in Cherokee National Forest. But he turned down at the last moment. That left me to…

Nowadays (A Day With Mr. Emory)

By: Austin J. Dalton The editor is a professional, and for that reason he typically doesn’t have time to answer questions for prying pissants like me. He punches into his shift early, and then after some brief and frivolous socializing…

Story: Elena

By: Karl Miller Prologue – Jibacoa, Cuba: July 4, 1868 In the darkness behind a large, white, two-story mansion just outside the small fishing village of Jibacoa, three rows of twenty balloons line a hundred-foot dock that stretches out into…

Story: The Undertaker’s Apprentice

By: Brooksie C. Fontaine The young woman had an unfortunate pageboy haircut that didn’t at all flatter her rotund face, somewhat emphasized by her slightly bloated skin. The pale, ashen clay of her complexion made her resemble the moon. “She…

Clarity begins at home

By Alan Berger My pop told me instead of hanging on to crap, flush it. Got it? Yeah pop. My father was a cop. My father didn’t have a best friend. Didn’t need one, everyone was his friend, until they…

As is

By: Alan Berger I could say that the reason I wear full upper dentures is because of my years as a boxer.Or, as I was doing 120 on Sunset Blvd, that I swerved as to not hit a baby bird…

Lost

By: Ramprasath “Walter!” Suzi almost yelled. Walter who was digging soil using a shovel now turned to Suzi. “What!” “It is going to be night soon” Suzi said. Walter looked up at the sky. The night was indeed falling. It was…