By: Christian Ward The afternoon where I discovered the word dying began with something simple as sunflowers. We had been touring the French countryside in the morning, visiting old vineyards and cellars and decided to eat lunch opposite a field…

By: Sheila Henry I believe I may have found the man, who can change my life in many ways. I look forward to experiencing him, Apple thought as she sat on the vanity gazing longingly at her image in the…

By: Bob Kalkreuter He’d finished his third drink before she told him she was leaving. “What?” he said, startled. They were sitting at an outdoor café, the late afternoon sunlight scrabbling over the cement in pursuit of retreating shade. She…

By William T. Hathaway The baby-boom generation is ending its lap in the human race, and the Fridays-for-future generation is beginning its run. Generational shifts of power are symbolized by the image of passing the torch, but now what the…

By: John Muro Deliverance Wind gusts, strong enough to lift small boats fromThe surface of water, are pelting piers and hasteningThe undoing of long-leaning trees; shredding thickHedgerows in such a way the lower leaves tangleAnd spin like minnows in shallow…

By: Reynaldo W Duar Jr Our story begins with our characters, Diane and Will.  Diane and Will are relaxing from a busy week. The year is 2027.   Diane and Will’s son has just gifted them the latest VR device. They…

By: Harrison Abbott      My elder brother Pete asked me to look after his four-year-old kid and I really didn’t want to but I had to accept because he had no other option. I reckon Pete must’ve asked a whole…

By: Anthony Ward A hoot from his phone woke him up. It was a tawny owl notifying him that a message had materialised. He picked up his phone while trying to wrench his eyes open. He was so tired that…

By Balu Swami The day after the bombing, I got a call from Rahman whom I hadn’t seen or heard from in years. He had been a good source for me for a number of years. He was one of…

By Elsa Wilson-Cruz Outside the conference room windows, another dust storm was rising on the dead brown horizon. But a ping on Zac’s glasses told him that it was heading east. Storm alarms wouldn’t get them out of this meeting….