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Fish and Chips Wrappings

By: Michal Reiben The first time I hear about Carl ‘abducting’ his baby girl from his wife, I am shocked and voice my opinion, ‘You did a cruel and terrible thing,’ I say. In his defense, he says, ‘When I…

Let it D…o…w…n

By Mary E. Myers Jen’s chaotic home was deep in the Rhode Island woodlands and near meadows belonging to electrical steel giants-their grey metal legs heaving high over our bent bodies as we manically collected blackberries before the sparrows raided…

The Dog Days of Summer

By: Mary Bone The summer was long and hot. It seems like you could see steam coming up from the pavement. None of the neighborhood children wore shoes unless they were flip flops. We could step on a goat head…

Shane, the devil

By Ben Pyle Satan is a staggeringly good kisser. Not too much tongue. A light nibble on the lower lip. Way better than my ex-husband. My dead husband. Satan and I have been seeing each other for a little over…

Roadside Assistance

By: Sharon Frame Gay “Normally, I don’t trust many people,” Liz said. “But I can tell you’re different.” She rested her head against the truck window and sighed. “Thank God you came along. I’d still be sitting on the side…

Quicksilver

By: Lee Conrad The wood frame house, a century old, but in good shape, dominated the hilltop. Near it, a barn, in disuse for many years, struggled to keep from collapsing. A large white peace sign on the back side…

Lost In A Moment

By: Stephen M. Fragale Back in the summer of 2003 I was travelling the mediterranean as I took a hiatus from my job working as a correspondent for the London Times. The war in Iraq was all anyone was talking…

Six Shorts by Peter Leslie Watson

By: Peter Leslie Watson Les Misérables as a Blog Valjean made Cosette his ward as a favour to her dying mother, Fantine. But no good deed goes unpunished—as is evidenced by his blog! January 17th That bloody innkeeper, Thénardier, and…

Letting Go

By: Mukund Gnanadesikan It’s OK, officer. You seem like a nice young man. I’d like to think that I was once like you. Back away from me. Go back down those stairs, please. For your own sanity. You ask me…

The coin toss

By: Susana McArthur Memories of that last year at the University came flooding back as he sat on the hard bed. Closing his eyes, his mind re-lived that fateful last year and he admitted to himself that those had been…