BOYS by Mathias Byerly
BOYSBy Mathias Byerly
A crowd of about a hundred newly high school graduates burst out in enthusiasm, tossing their caps into the air. The crowd disperses after a few moments of congratulations from each...
SCRY – A short story by Jason D. Grunn
SCRY By Jason D. Grunn
I’m getting sick of waiting. I’ll have a trapping expert within the next hour? They shouldhave extended that estimate by two, or even three. Checking the sun dial on the...
TWIN ESCALADE – A short story by John Tavares
TWIN ESCALADEBy John Tavares
Gasping, David called from the telephone in the hospital emergency department. After three attempts, he remembered his niece’s cell phone number. Coughing, he called Sofia at the gym, where she freelanced...
THE RANSOM – A short story by Daniel Davis
THE RANSOMBy Daniel Davis
They arrived fifteen minutes ahead of schedule. Mark started to invite them in, but the lead man, roughly the size of a small shed, punched him in the jaw. Two...
THE NEW BEGINNING
The second year of the Adelaide Literary Magazine started with the bang. It almost feelslike the new beginning. Past November we were included into Literary Magazines Listingin the “Tools for Writers” Section of the...
GARY BECK, the author of the Fault Lines
GARY BECKthe author of the Fault Lines
Gary Beck has spent most of his adult life as a theater director, and as an art dealer when he couldn’t make a living in theater. He has 11 published...
JACOB M. APPEL, the author of the Coulrophobia & Fata Morgana
JACOB M. APPELthe author of the Coulrophobia &Fata Morgana Jacob M. Appel is the author of the novels, The Man Who Wouldn’t Stand Up, which won the 2012 Dundee International Book Award, and The Biology of...
MY SUMMER AS A RENT-A-COP By Joe Albanese
MY SUMMER AS A RENT-A-COPBy Joe Albanese Amusement parks are only amusing to its employees in an ironic sense. My summer working there a s security guard in the summer of 2016 could be summed...
WHAT DID YOU EXPECT By Chella Courington
WHAT DID YOU EXPECTBy Chella Courington
The nurse tells me not to move for thirty minutes and slides me into the opening. I lie on a narrow padded bed in a narrow cylinder like a...
IN THE INKY WHORL OF NIGHT By Chella Courington
IN THE INKY WHORL OF NIGHTBy Chella Courington
Lying in darkness next to my snoring husband, I begin to feel my breasts—a practice I usually reserve for daylight. But I suffer from travel fatigue after...