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Fiction

By Martin David Edwards. A son and his father climb an imaginary Mount Everest. A boy ran into the kitchen. He was wearing Spiderman pajamas, a green facemask and blue latex gloves. His mother was standing at the breakfast counter…

Fiction

By Palmer Smith   I fell in love with a somnambulist when I was 26 years old. It was before I really knew him that I fell in love with him. I had always wanted to love a somnambulist, mostly,…

Fiction

By: Jude Chukwu Obahor is one beautiful place I’ll love to be, over and over again. It had the aura of home, the beauty of a ghetto, the heart of an angel, the swag of a jungle, the memories of…

Fiction

By V. J. Beecham The cat lover who hates cats, that’s what you’d be thinking if you spent a day with my wife and our pet cat.       The cat meowed incessantly. My wife yelled at it to shut-up.      …

Fiction

By Mark Kodama I.             I saw her standing there near the front of the crowd, below the stage, behind the barricade. She had gold piercings through her nose, above her mouth and above her right eyebrow. Turquoise tattoos covered…

Fiction

By: Leon Kortenkamp The evening news goes to a commercial break following the weather report.  Heavy rain and twisters are predicted for the Oklahoma Panhandle, but it’s expected to be clear and sunny in Milwaukee.  Molly clicks off the TV…

Fiction

By: Rose Summer in California is the season to sleep with no blanket. To have no fear of the dark. The heat does this to us. Makes us feel invincible. Or so I thought. ~    ~    ~ It was the…

Poetry

By: Kathy Abrahams Bird of truth flies highon a cloud of honesty.integrity and loftymoral values.Beams of justice and righteousnessshine on its white feathers.Below souls of the dark aimguns at this beautiful creature.Seek to bring it down with bulletsof lies and…

Fiction

SENTENCE: Key found the perfect place to hide a body. Someone else must have thought so, too, because Key had barely gone three feet down when his shovel hit bone

Poetry

By: Bryce Leiberman It is Las Vegasthe stratosphere hotelyou ask me to go to the stardecklook at the starsnothing separating you and the groundexcept aira lot ofairpeering over the edgethree thousand feetI don’t want tonot because of heightssomething deep insidesomething…