THE NEVER-ENDING WINDOW by Matt Ingoldby
THE NEVER-ENDING WINDOWby Matt Ingoldby
It was sometime in April when I returned from the clinic for a period of rest. My uncle had agreed to pay rent in my absence, but not to look...
AFTER THE MARTYRS by Brenna Carroll
AFTER THE MARTYRSby Brenna Carroll
Is this blood, or is it wine? Am I damned or am I divine? The wild wind whistled through her nostrils, warming itself for her lungs, and followed the breath...
A GUEST AT THE CLUB by Henry Simpson
A GUEST AT THE CLUBby Henry Simpson
“That was a delightful performance, counselor,” said a man with a voice that easily pierced the sound and fury of the courthouse hallway.I opened my eyes. Standing before...
WE COULD SMOKE by Mackenzie Gasperson
WE COULD SMOKEby Mackenzie Gasperson
“Smoke?” Robert’s voice was suddenly behind me. It made me jump, and sent a shiver down my spine that only made the cold air worse. Adding to my goosebumps, my...
COLLEGE TOWN by Jeff Kulik
COLLEGE TOWNby Jeffrey Kulik
It’s hot today, and as I look up at the sun I feel a bead of sweat rolling down the back of my neck. It reminds me of the old times,...
THRIFT SHOP SWAN by Terry Sanville
THRIFT SHOP SWANby Terry Sanville
Eugene folded his umbrella, stomped on the welcome mat, then entered the Goodwill Store.The floor manager, Mingo, motioned him over. “If I were you, I wouldn’t go back there.”“Why? What’s...
BETWEEN THE SHADOW AND THE SOUL by Bhavika Sicka
BETWEEN THE SHADOWAND THE SOULby Bhavika Sicka Shafiq stood overlooking the sprawling concrete wilderness that was Old City. The day was closing, and the muezzin's call to prayer could be heard wafting across terraces and...
HOW YOU RIDE IT! By Dave Barrett
HOW YOU RIDE IT(Chp. 16 of Gone Alaska)by Dave Barrett
That evening, towards eight o’ clock, Swanson slipped out back and announced a change of plans. “Haul in the gear!” He’d startled me and I...
A GOOD SLEEPER by Keith Jenereaux
A GOOD SLEEPERby Keith Jenereaux
The condensation that crept from the bottom of the window was high enough to hide the small front yard from Holly. Any other time she would have wiped it clear...