FORREST HILLS by John Tavares
FOREST HILLSJohn Tavares
After Ollie served nearly a full sentence, officials decided to release him from the juvenile detention facility early. They shortened his detention term after he helped administer First Aid to a fellow...
SOMEDAY I’LL BE PRESIDENT by Daniel White
SOMEDAY I’LL BE PRESIDENTby D.S. White
What to do? What to do? That was the question.Today we would graduate together, Michael, Charles, Tony and I. All gentlemen. Scholars, maybe. Learned, to a degree. Admired by...
HAVE YOU READ BROTHERS KARAMAZOV by Richard Dokey
HAVE YOU READ THE BROTHERS KARAMAZOV?By Richard Dokey
Thunder boomed behind the blackened sky. Arthur Hollenbeck ducked into the tiny pastry shop. He shook his overcoat. A few drops of water ran down behind the...
BEFORE THE DINER by Tim Urban
BEFORE THE DINERby Timothy Urban
Driving down the interstate with his Uncle Tucker behind the wheel, Mathew stewed over how he was going to get back at that bully Sam Milton. As soon as his...
A BAD MAN GOING THROUGH A SAD THING by Alan Kulatti
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 papi.I’ll allow it.The turn wasn’t but...
GRAVEDIGGER by L.S. Engler
GRAVEDIGGERby L. S. Engler
Grayson Miller lived a quiet life, haunted by a single summer that lingered in his memory like a ghost. He never tried to escape it, exorcise it, or shove it away,...
CLAWS by Vincent Yu
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 and if anyone were to say...
A WEEKEND IN DECEIT by Brett Kaplan
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 papi.I’ll allow it.The turn wasn’t but...
THE SALVATION OF JOHN AMBERT by Kenneth Vanderbeek
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 moment to reflect. Except for his...
THE ART COTTAGE by Sasha Chinnaya
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 blur of color that looks not...