ALTERNATIVE CHOICES by J. L. Higgs
During our lifetimes, we each encounter countless numbers of people. Most are soon forgotten. But then, there are those like Lindsay.Three years running, my relationship with Jules was beyond the excitement stage. We’d grown...
SORRY FOR YOUR LOSS by Alexander Bondulich
A dark light emerges from the endless nothingness that is death. “What the hell is going on?” asked Clifford. As the dark light dissipated Clifford found himself sitting down in a white chair at...
THE PHOTOGRAPHER by Peter Farrar
It’s difficult to say when it started. Perhaps between the third and fourth coffee during that Friday morning. It could’ve been as I rasped the broom around ceiling corners where cobwebs swirled and bent...
A GIFT FIT FOR A QUEEN by Dru Richman
Olivia sat under a painted sky watching the suns go down. Her husbands had put the children to bed and now she was enjoying a moment of blissful quiet. It had been over ten...
SISTERLY SUNDAY RITUAL by Bette Kosmolak
My sister pops over for breakfast every Sunday. Like it’s a family ritual or something. She insists we need structure in our lives now that we’re both in Toronto and on our own. I...
TUNNEL OF LOVE by Mark Geisel
The worker pushed down the bar into the couple’s lap locking them in the cart. Michael sat to the left of Shelly. The cart was shaped like a swan, and its size pushed the...
HIS LOVE MAKES ME BEAUTIFUL by Jake Epstine
I moved to Los Angeles when I was twenty-nine years old because I was funny. Everyone said so. It was simply a matter of being in the right place before Johnny Carson called me...
ANXIETY CONQUEST by Adam Schmitmeyer
It began like how it always does for Xavier Back, with the sound of loud, heavy, shallow breathing. The tunnel-visioning that blackened his sight. This was one of his famous panic attacks. Where he...
AXEL ‘N’ LULU by Gene Goldfarb
By the time he was four, Axel knew the most important verbs in six languages. Be, make, do, go, have, want, say, know and think. He also knew the six basic words of inquiry....
ONDE AS BALEIAS VÊM MORRER par João Franco
Lóa acordou com um solitário raio de Sol que bateu no vidro da janela do seu quarto. A casa onde morava com a mãe e o irmão mais novo, estava ainda silenciosa. O pai...