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Ilsa

By: Samuel Evans Ilsa crouched amid the clumps of fallen leaves, examining the beetle intently with narrowed eyes.  Her little brother— whose fascination with the beetle had worn off several minutes ago— stood next to her, waiting impatiently.  For the…

What she understands

By: Mary Rohrer-Dann From upstairs comes a sound she cannot understand. Because she cannot understand it, she cannot walk to the stairs and peer up the cobwebbed steps sagging under all that can never be said. She cannot call to…

Not All Those Who Wander Are Lost

By Chitra Gopalakrishnan It is November, an odd time for rains, perhaps, yet it is when the north-east monsoon wavers over our region, sometimes generous but mostly not. I walk alone in the cool damp of midnight from the rim of…

Security

By: Dan O’Neill I suppose I should have realized from the beginning that the security business was empty,brutal,and despite it’s title ,very insecure.But,on the other hand people always referred to it as easy money and I was looking for a…

Blind Superiority

By: Kim Farleigh Maria said: “In Europe, women can wear whatever they like.” Charles thought: Here we go again. The usual blind superiority. Will I ever escape from it? Blind superiority annoyed him. He wasn’t sure why. It just did….

Lost and found

By: Michael Summerleigh No coverage, not even one bar, the battery was dead anyway.  It was still daytime, but there was an overcast and the sky had a perfectly even dullness, so there was no way to tell what time…

Goodnight Amanda

By: Patricia Tramble “Amanda, Jacob scored his first goal today!” Bruce was so excited. “The crowd went mad! There they were the Tiger vs the Cougars, game tied 4-4, Jimmy Thomas kicks the ball down the field and our little…

Reality’s dream

By: Uche Ozo The night was dark, and the silence deafening, with occasional chatters that sounded like the hoot of owls. I lay still on my bed, eyes to the ceiling and sweating profusely as if I had embarked on…

Foresight of souls

By: Alexandra Sullivan There is a hooded figure than glides across the white dead sea. Her boat floats as soft as the souls that echo round her. Everyone meets her when their time comes. Many fear her; others willingly go,…

Curse of the Candles

By: Franklin Powers Frank had worked at Premiere Marketing for a few years now and had been promoted to Vice President of Sales. He spent a lot of time at work, neglecting his wife and kids. He had brought his…