WHEN THE SUN KISSED THE RIVER by Nancy Chadwick
when the sun kissed the river
My little brother was a wanderer. And I am a walker. There’s a difference, you know. Bean’s goal was to explore as much ground as he could, miles over...
AS LUCK WOULD HAVE IT by Daniel Pié
As Luck Would Have It
By Daniel Pié
The oily humidity of late August causes his new cotton-blend shirt to cling. He gently pulls it loose, hoping to forestall wrinkles, but it re-attaches like a...
STALKER by Chris Viner
StalkerAs the golden autumn leaves tumbled along the cobbled ground near the stone walls, whichmeandered up the hill towards the rose pink café on the corner, Warren noticed how Montmartreappeared less busy than it...
PAINT, WILL, CRY by Leryl Joseph
PAINT, WILL, CRY
by Leryl Joseph
Leonard was always the expressive one, not Will. Leonard was an artist, so expression was his thing. Everyone kept telling Will that it was strange he hadn’t cried yet, but...
A WOMEN OF THE PERIOD by Timothy Resau
A Woman of the Period
A Novel Excerpt
By
Timothy Resau
HE would have left long ago if it wasn't for her—a striking girl-woman of eighteen or so. She had black...
ME AND TIME by Callan Preece
And then we crossed a country. We crossed together—in the Corolla with him driving because I never learnt to drive and with our stuff lodged in the backseat in such a way that furniture...
MY PORCELAIN GIRL by James L. Blackburn
My Porcelain Girl
by
James L. Blackburn
The voice of Janis Joplin awoke me. She was wailing that she needed a man to love her. But "it just can't be", she lamented over and over. I was...
THE PLAY’S THE THING by Thomas Belton
The Play’s the Thing
By Thomas Belton
In the first act, you get the hero up a tree, in the second you throw rocks at him,
and in the third act you get the poor son-of-a-bitch back...
LOVE AND HERMAN COGAN by Robert Sachs
Love and Herman Cogan
It was the fall of 1961 and Cogan was alone again. He looked around his apartment for something to do. Not one to make a mess, he saw little to...
WHEN THE CLOCK STRIKES by Nicole Carpio
When the Clock Strikes
By Nicole Carpio
The small analog clock’s ticking fills the space. The man is wearing a fancy black vest while the woman is wearing a fancy bright red dress. Both of...