YOUNG MAN’S SLAVE by Bo Fisher
Young Man’s Slave
There’s a security car that passes the house every three hours. It makes a slow left hand turn about the cul-de-sac at the end of Poplar Hill Loop before retracting its path...
LOVE AND REBIRTH by Esther Neema
LOVE AND REBIRTH
The bell was ringing. They heard it! It was grand! Three times it rung! Each time it rung louder than the last. Gong! Gong! Goooooong!
“Another one has died!” Bibi whispered, as...
NEXT by John Young
Since her death six months earlier, all sanity for Graham has been compressed within the contours of challenges, bright, tightly bordered oases of purpose and achievement in a world, flat and grey and devoid...
THE CASUAL THINKER by Marcus Berkemeier
The Casual Thinker
Many consider Samantha to be my best girlfriend since we’ve known each other for at least five years and, most weekends in Los Angeles, we are inseparable. She is the prettiest girl...
BAR THE DOOR by Carolyn R. Russell
Bar the Door By Carolyn R. Russell
I received the emailed query just before my nightly rounds: lock up the front door, turn off the house lights, check the thermostat, bar the rear slider door...
SCIENCE PROJECT JOURNAL by Robert Dukelow
Science Project Journal
Results of a Giant Sequoia Gene Spliced to a Lima Bean Plant
Introduction
Mr. Johannsen, our science teacher, told us if we wanted to earn an A+ this year we needed an...
PLEASANTNESS by Peter Able
Pleasantness
by Pete Able
I took my wife out on the town. It was the same old town but a new restaurant we hadn’t been to before. An experience that I hoped would slightly expand our...
PLAYING FROG by Cathy Adams
Playing Frog
Justin wanted to get up from the floor board, but the game wasn’t over. He was still the turtle, and until Maggie called “frog” he had to stay there or he wouldn’t get...
DEEP WATER by Sheila Kinsella
DEEP WATER
Yellow flowered gorse flecks the hill as I climb up to Lyme Cage. As I reach the summit, the wind fair rips my hair from its roots. It’s hard to breathe when you’re...
STILL LOVE by Jennifer Swallow
Still Love
By Jennifer A Swallow
We were in the kitchen when it happened. Mitchell was sautéing some shrimp to put on a salad while I was looking through the wine fridge for the perfect bottle...