Fiction – Year VIII – Number 59 – March 2023

Flashing lights, pinging sounds, and carnival noises roar throughout the arcade. Kids run from one machine to the next, waving stacks of tickets all about, anticipating what they can afford at the prize booth....

Rigid Heartbeat. Shaking hands. Ragged breathing. Blood stains. Low moans. Distant screams. This is what I live for. Hearing people scream and cry over loved ones and losing their lives, brought absolute joy to...

“I hate this.” “No one asked you to be here.” “What’s your name, again?” The girl facepalmed and shook her head. “I told you; I don’t have one. I doubt you do either.” “I don’t?” the boy asked,...

Joe couldn’t tell what time it was. He had been in here (the hospital?) for a couple of days now. There are no windows. The lack of sunlight has troubled him, the static coming...

 Jason’s currency was low, and he needed to level up if he was going to take it to the next level.  Nickel & dimming it at the entry-level tables would not make the cut...

April would blow over the Iowa prairies when the boxing match called spring came around. The match was Jack Frost vs. Blooming Spring. They would clash on who gets the dominant climate, snow and...

   It’s been thirty minutes, a long arduous, thirty minutes. We tried simply opening the door, which didn’t work. Then, we tried to break the windows and sadly, our collective upper body strength did...

Old slippers, those repugnant slippers worn by Agnes, the building manager slowly and methodically shuffled down the hallway. I could hear ‘em scratching along from down the hall. I was sitting in my room...

Elaine had been captured. She was left behind on a web, her wings broken when she was pried off. Now she sat on a table under a glass like a bug. The room around...