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...
LUCKY PENNY by Page Powers
Lucky Penny
By Page Powers
My Pawpaw's steamer trunk sat on the porch covered with stickers that mapped his travels of the world. Next to it, rocking back and forth in the chair he made for...
ESCORTED TO DEATH by Christine Hand
‘Hurry up Gertie, we’ve got heaps to do; your dilly-dallying is not going to get us through the day, is it?’
Bianca, better known as Binky was already buckling herself up in the driver’s seat...
DEAD TO ME by Tailyn Augustine
Dead to Meby Tailyn Augustine
The sun was out, but it didn't provide any warmth; the chill of autumn crept into my body. The sounds of wildlife or at least the rustling of leaves from...
NINA HEARTS RASHAAD FOREVER by Julian Grant
I, Nina M. Johnson do take
Rashaad J. Collins to be my husband
forever and ever –
Bye, love yours only
Nina M. Collins
I flipped over the page I’d picked up to see the scrawled note that Ms....
ZEN AND THE ART OF APOLOGIES by Alexandra Carmichael
Zen and the Art of Apologies
Alexandra Carmichael
The Lululemon girl prances to the front of the studio and unfurls her yoga mat. She places it on the floor in the middle of four rectangles, as...
AGORAPHOBIA by Ross Mayo
Agoraphobia
by Ross Mayo Jr
Every day in today’s world is chaotic. Most people are either riding on a fast-moving train or are in desperate need to catch a ride on one. Whether it be an...
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...
MEEK by Robert Parker
Norman doesn’t like sharing. He is begrudgingly sharing this with you now, albeit in the past, anonymously and once removed. If you want to stop reading he wouldn’t care, he’s not too bothered about...
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...