THE DESERT SWALLOWS THE RIVER – By Krista Diamond
THE DESERT SWALLOWS THE RIVERBy Krista Diamond
The waitress at the empty diner in Sanderson had fake nails on her fingers and a gun on her hip. I sat alone and ate a hamburger and...
SACRED GEOMETRY FOR ARIEL V – By Alex R. Encomienda
SACRED GEOMETRY FOR ARIEL VBy Alex R. Encomienda
Sometimes life told stories in strange cases and the complexity of its subject was overlooked despite the story having a solid underlying meaning. It was no wonder...
THE MISSING STAR OF CANCER – By Heather Whited
THE MISSING STAR OF CANCERBy Heather Whited
Augusta and Eleanor could see the lights on the Christmas tree through the fabric of the tent they had set up on the front porch; flickering dots whose...
A WILDERNESS OF MONKEYS – By Robert McKean
A WILDERNESS OF MONKEYSBy Robert McKean
It was my turquoise; I had it of Leah when I was a bachelor:I would not have given it for a wilderness of monkeys.—Shylock
Heartless, the way they ravaged the...
THE RAIN – By Lao-Tzu Allan-Blitz
THE RAINBy Lao-Tzu Allan-Blitz
The rain was coming down hard and clicked lightly and constantly against the glass. The wind was blowing so strongly that it rushed the clouds in a hurry across the sky,...
THE GLANCE OF ORPHEUS II – By Ted Morrissey
THE GLANCE OF THE ORPHEUS IIBy Ted Morrissey
The City Athletic Club was more ornate than the Blackstone, more extravagant by the looks of its façade of brick and stone. Workers were shoveling snow and...
PURBLIND – By Tara Fritz
PURBLINDBy Tara Fritz
I had never been so cold before.I wanted to say it out loud, give voice to my restless thoughts, but I knew it would never be heard over the slap of water...
GRAND LAKE – By Steven Sherwood
GRAND LAKEBy Steven Sherwood
Not three weeks ago Jim Pickett’s first love said she had fallen for some asshole accounting major named Vince. Now she’s calling from a bus stop in Castle Rock to ask...
KISS OF THE RED SERPENT – By Anselmo J. Alliegro
KISS OF THE RED SERPENT(excerpts from the novella)By Anselmo J. Alliegro
Witness to the Massacre
Hugo Bosque left the shade of the sacred jungle he was fighting to protect, made his way across the sunbaked riverbank,...
FOREIGN PASSAGES – By Joyce Polance
FOREIGN PASSAGESBy Joyce Polance
As we thread through narrow alleys framed by walls without windows, their starkness interrupted by decrepit stalls hawking rotting vegetables and camel heads buzzing with flies, the aura of Death for...