PAINT, WILL, CRY by Leryl Joseph
PAINT, WILL, CRY
by Leryl Joseph
Leonard was always the expressive one, not Will. Leonard was an artist, so expression was his thing. Everyone kept telling Will that it was strange he hadn’t cried yet, but...
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...
THE BUTTON MAKES THREE by Dex Campbell
The Button Makes Three
By Dex Campbell
Will and Dawn stared at the red button installed on top of the white pedestal.
“One of us has to press it,” Will said, although he makes no move to...
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...
LUCKY PENNY by Page Powers
Lucky Penny
By Page Powers
My Pawpaw's steamer trunk sat on the porch covered with stickers that mapped his travels of the world. Next to it, rocking back and forth in the chair he made for...
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...
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 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...
STALKER by Chris Viner
StalkerAs the golden autumn leaves tumbled along the cobbled ground near the stone walls, whichmeandered up the hill towards the rose pink café on the corner, Warren noticed how Montmartreappeared less busy than it...
ME AND TIME by Callan Preece
And then we crossed a country. We crossed together—in the Corolla with him driving because I never learnt to drive and with our stuff lodged in the backseat in such a way that furniture...