Fiction - Year III - Number 10 - November 2017

HOOK MANBy Michael Warren “That’s bull-shit!  There’s no such thing as a Hook Man.”  Inky was quite certain on this point.  “That’s just a story.”There were five of them:  Martin, Teeter, Paz, Inky and Tom. ...

DO IT YOURSELF FINISHING SCHOOLBy Debra Leigh Scott It started because I couldn’t abide crudeness in my life.  All around me I see crude and rude behavior, like our high school football players in their old pickups,...

REVELATIONS OF A TEN-YEAR-OLDBy Saul Hernandez  Every Sunday I walk with Him. I knock door to door with Brothers and Sisters from the Jehovah’s Witness Congregation. It usually goes like this: we arrive around eight...

EPIPHANY AND THE ALABASTER ROSEBy Adrian Encomienda Daylight dimmed beyond Lazaro’s bedroom window, leaving cold fluorescence . He sat at the edge of his bed with a cigarette sticking out of his mouth, in waist-deep...

ECHOBy Andy Tu The first time I met Elana, during freshmen orientation at college, I thought she was a loser. There wasn’t much to warrant this judgement, just a feeling of aversion when she asked...

THE FINAL WATCHBy Jonathan B. Ferrini Interstate 8 climbs west out of the Imperial Valley and twists through the rugged mountains upward into East San Diego County. My name is Tommy and I recently graduated...

THE DELUGEBy Gracjan Kraszewski “We’d like to extend a special welcome to any viewers joining us following that wild conclusion to the Atlanta-Carolina game. What a finish, huh, Bob?”“That’s right, Schenectady. Wild, more like hogwild...

EASTERLYBy Ronald Kovach Lately I have been studying the towering silver maple tree in my neighbor’s yard two doors down, and the burden it poses for me in an already trying time. Facing me are...

KIOKUBy Shirley Asano The old woman paints a cone-shaped green mountain onto heavy white paper, and in front of the mountain, a small kimono-clad figure, one triangle for a body and an inverted one for...