LOVE AND HERMAN COGAN by Robert Sachs
Love and Herman Cogan
It was the fall of 1961 and Cogan was alone again. He looked around his apartment for something to do. Not one to make a mess, he saw little to...
FLAMENCO by Bruce Kamei
Flamenco
The last two days were extremely long for Immigration and Naturalization Service Special Agent Takeshi Tsukemoto, for the INS served a warrant for illegals at a sweatshop. Eighty-five aliens were taken into custody,...
THE LOCKER by Wayne Dickerson
The Locker
By Wayne Dickerson
“I can't exactly get a grab of what today’s club activity is Micheal, ” said Simon. Everyday Micheal would put a letter in Simon’s locker. That letter would describe where...
DEAD TO ME by Tailyn Augustine
Dead to Meby Tailyn Augustine
The sun was out, but it didn't provide any warmth; the chill of autumn crept into my body. The sounds of wildlife or at least the rustling of leaves from...
CONTROL by Jacob Hengen
Control
By Jacob Hengen
The black, heavy clouds covered the sky for weeks. Each day, it looked like it would rain, but none came. But today, it looked like the clouds were ready to release...
THAT NIGHT by Jaimie Eaker
The bass shakes the walls of the frat house. Warm bodies press together in the small living room. Bouncing and grinding to the beat of NEFFEX's newest song. The sharp burn of vodka and...
NINA HEARTS RASHAAD FOREVER by Julian Grant
I, Nina M. Johnson do take
Rashaad J. Collins to be my husband
forever and ever –
Bye, love yours only
Nina M. Collins
I flipped over the page I’d picked up to see the scrawled note that Ms....
ME AND THE FISH ATTACHED TO MY SKIN by Audrey Renner
Me and the Fish Attached to My Skin
Audrey Renner
I live afloat in the ocean with fish attached to my skin. As long as I have been here, I’ve had two fish attached my...
THE PLAY’S THE THING by Thomas Belton
The Play’s the Thing
By Thomas Belton
In the first act, you get the hero up a tree, in the second you throw rocks at him,
and in the third act you get the poor son-of-a-bitch back...
AS LUCK WOULD HAVE IT by Daniel Pié
As Luck Would Have It
By Daniel Pié
The oily humidity of late August causes his new cotton-blend shirt to cling. He gently pulls it loose, hoping to forestall wrinkles, but it re-attaches like a...