NOTHING FOR YOU HERE by Mitchell Waldman
NOTHING FOR YOU HEREby Mitchell Waldman
I've got bad news: there is nothing for you here. Nothing.Do you want to go through life in a dream state?You are nothing but a cog in their...
VALIDATION by Ivanka Fear
VALIDATIONby Ivanka Fear
I lost my identity today. Seriously, I woke up this morning and couldn’t for the life of me remember who I am. Maybe I’m still dreaming, I thought. I sat up in bed,...
PIT STOP EXISTENCE by Margery Bayne
PIT STOP EXISTENCEby Margery Bayne
“The pay is shit, but money’s money.”It was the first thing Steve said to Nathan after staring him down when he first stepped into his kitchen. Steve was in...
CORA by Olivia Du Pont
CORAby Olivia Du Pont
“The first thing I remember was that everyone was yelling around me, my mother was crying, and the last thing I remember was seeing was a woman standing at the end...
FIRST SPRING SEASON by Daniel Picker
FIRST SPRING SEASONby Daniel Picker
My father disappeared in the dark that late winter when the nights still ran long into the mornings and the day still ran short with darkness falling before dinner. ...
A QUIET MAN by A. Elizabeth Herting
A QUIET MANby A. Elizabeth Herting
They came from every corner of the land, making the long, sad pilgrimage to the place in the middle he called home. To say the man would be...
THE LAST DAY OF GUSTAVO BUSTAMANTE
THE LAST DAY OF GUSTAVO BUSTAMANTEby Conor O'Brian Barnes
A noble life is of no account, Gustavo Bustamante thought to himself. Death is a vulture feeding on jackals and lions the same. He lay dying on the...
DRESSING THE PART by Deirdre Fagan
DRESSING THE PARTby Deirdre Fagan
The dress was boxed in 1990. The box still had the dry cleaner's receipt attached to its slightly yellowed side. Behind the cellophane window, Eva could just glimpse the beaded...
HUNG JURY by Alan Berger
HUNG JURYby Alan Berger
The depressing envelope in Penny Bankey’s mailbox was surrounded by other depressing envelopes that went by the name of Bill now due.But this envelope out depressed them all as it was...
SOMETHING TO LEAVE BEHIND by Christian R. Fennell
SOMETHING TO LEAVE BEHINDby Christian R. Fennell
It was the surname that got me thinking: I wonder if he’s related to Tommy Mountjoy, a guy I went to school with. When I asked if he’d...