JUNKYARD DOG by Henry Alan Paper
JUNKYARD DOG
I was fifteen and rabid, roaming the streets of Los Angeles like a wild dog, watching videogames on TV, old boxing matches on YouTube, Tik-Tok and Instagram on my phone, listening to...
THE LAST GOOD BAD GUY by Patti Cavaliere
It’s ten o’clock on Sunday morning when the thunder of a Harley stops in my driveway. Two slices of raisin bread toast and a mug of Columbian are before me on the table and...
PELIOS HAS DEPARTED by Reed Kuehn
Pelios Has Departed
DSM-5 Criteria for PTSD
Criterion A (one required): The person was exposed to: death, threatened death, actual or threatened serious injury, or actual or threatened sexual violence
Criterion B (one required): The traumatic event...
THE PIZZA PLACE by Anthony Tanner
I enjoy walking home from work. The night air is filled with sounds of late-night lovers and alleyway cats fighting over the days trash. A sense of ease as life continues as usual.
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SECURITY by Elissa Field
Security
When her son, Tavo, first came into her room – light on, 3 a.m., cat swiveling its head away from the noises in the yard below to the son at the door – he...
TO BALANCE THE TALLY by Vipul Lunia
To Balance the Tally
Summer Winds from the west were teasing the tamarinds in the Grove. Farm Lands were nude like a new born. The hot air made it unbearable for any soul to be...
CRUSH by Charlotte Gorrell
Crush
Sweat beaded down her forehead, fire seemed to dance down her shoulders and back. Her thighs stuck like Velcro to the seat and her ribs began to bruise right then.
How long had she been...
LOST by Michael Emeka
Lost
By Michael Emeka
Night had fallen by the time I returned from hawking banana for Mummy. I stood the large steel tray against the wall and handed her the cash I’d made. Looking stern, she...
ONE OF THOSE LIFE-ALTERING DECISIONS by George Gad Economou
One of Those Life-Altering Decisions
Alan climbed on the bus at 7.32am, just like he’d done every morning for the past ten years.
Staring dead ahead into the grand void of his thoughts, he went and...
THE BIOLOGY OF COURAGE by Mark Blickley
Photograph by Katya Shubova
“The Biology of Courage”
by
Mark Blickley
My name is Jull Soares and I am a bastard. This is not a particular opinion that I, or anyone else that I'm aware of, has placed...