By: Matej Purg The boy’s feet barely touched the floor as he sat at the dining room table. He was staring at his math book, but he couldn’t focus on the problem in front of him. Illimitable distractions kept him…

By Matej Purg It happened on a Tuesday afternoon, a block or so from where I parked my car. I was certain to get a ticket now, navigating hordes of slow-moving tourists standing in the way, taking pictures of themselves….

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…

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…

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…

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…

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….

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…

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…

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…