Fiction - Year III - Number 11 - January 2018

CLAWSBy Vincent Yu  At first there was horror. Then relief, acceptance, love. When he was old enough to go to school his parents assured him he was normal and handsome...

A BAD MAN GOING THROUGH A SAD THINGby Alan Kulatti Her eyes were not blue. They weren’t green. Must’ve been brown. She had brown eyes and she called me...

THE SALVATION OF JOHN AMBERTby Kenneth Vanderbeek “We live in a challenged world, where the lion is devouring the lamb.”The Reverend John Ambert put his sermon down for a...

THE ART COTTAGEby Sasha Chinnaya I walk through the streets of my city and see a thousand different worlds of art living and breathing. The traffic is a great...

DISSIDENTSby Mike Malloy Calvin Conkling and Suzie Hatchet were strolling the warm paving stones of Almaty’s “Arbat,” the popular nickname for Zhibek Zholy, the pedestrianized central boulevard in Kazakhstan’s...

PLIE, ADJUST, TUNDU, TAPby Jean E. Verthein Three in the morning. The phone rang. It did, didn’t it? After all, detectives called for midnight lineups to check whether the...

THE FOREVER LETTERby Abigayle Thompson That afternoon an invitation was placed in the mailbox outside the Roney’s home.  It was the end of February, a cold day with clouds...

IT WILL BE FOREVERby Jeff Richards Richard Sager lost his virginity in the spring of 1967 before our road trip across country to break in the red Mustang convertible...

UNDESIRABLESby Dustin Pickering Some nights are more intense than others. Any night Ms. Courtney Devra sang is one of those nights. Her voice is serene and hypnotic, full of...

DAY’S WORKby J. David Liss I. Washington, DC spread its legs as the train from New York pulled into Union Station. It was the earliest train...