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Fiction

By: Tom Sheehan “Brickley!” yelled his boss Marquis, “if you don’t get out of the way I’ll kick your ass for good.” And Marquis, darker but plump himself, wearing an atrocious suit with orange lines in it, smiled that puffy-cheeked…

Fiction

By: Michael C. Keith A blocked bowel will make you howl! –– Anonymous Elliot Connors began to experience intense abdominal pain on his return flight to Providence from the Midwest. For the twelfth time, he’d attended his annual HVAC convention…

Poetry

By: Natana Vasuki I swim across the blue sky Along with grey old clouds To meet with the fiery red sun That smiles majestically with its rays I sing along with the silvery moon That stays single all night I travel…

Poetry

By: Adreyo Sen Nights, I am Jane Eyre ready to submit in the warm of silk to Rochester. My Rochester! Once he was Beauty’s beast. I stole him from the undeserving thing. Then he was Jackman as Wolverine. His claws made…

Poetry

By: Debleena Majumdar The quarterly butterfly meet Has on its agenda, The Judgement day For the wayward way Of the unsocial butterfly. “Aha” says the Butterfly Head Stroking his shiny wings “Present the facts, pray What do the social stats say?…

Poetry

By: Kousik Adhikari Like an ancient tree you know all the seasons, its colors why it changes in the rain and after the smell of rain-soaked earth spells magic, I have seen you listen rain tickling through its core drops…

Poetry

By: Kousik Adhikari If you ask me again I shall not be able to answer your queries why the night ceases on earth and million stars hung on the bosom of night and sounding like million bells jingling from cows’…

Fiction

By: Sam Rapth Sam Searched for that address. 11, Hope Street, Dunwoody. He stood at the end of the street. There were not many, except a couple of people in that street, at that time. He had to search a bit…

Poetry

By: Linda M Crate you always make love or argue, and i hate hearing it all the time reluctant to call the landlord because i want to be a good neighbor my patience is waning thin; it’s hard to concentrate…

Poetry

By: Linda M Crate you have a way with words like no other piercing my heart with the silver sword of your tongue, and i want nothing more than to sever the offending adam from your mouth; but that is…