DAMAGED GOODS by Steve Slavin
Damaged Goods
1
Rather late one weekday evening, I saw a very attractive woman struggling to pull a huge suitcase up the subway station stairs.
“May I help you?”
She gave me the onceover, and after concluding that...
WEDDING DANCE by Stephen Day
WEDDING DANCE
He was winning. The little blue marble that kept rolling around the turntable fell more often than he expected on his number or his color. Roulette waa a game he had been attracted...
THE CIGARETTE PACT by Dennis Mitton
“Rachel saw the ghost again last night,” Julie said, already deep in bed.
“Great.” Sam rolled his eyes, pulling on a tee-shirt. “She’s got me afraid to work in the attic this weekend. The little...
I AM by Yamini Mathur
I Am
“A strange holiday practice. A short family trip; nature excursion into the wilderness, trekking on hills, or roving the streams hidden among distinct shades of green. Why do most, if not all, excursions...
THIRTEEN by Alyssa Taylor
“We have to go,” Christian whispered to himself.
Four months, twenty-three days, seventeen hours, forty minutes, and twenty-six seconds was how long it took to plan this heist.
Twelve paintings. That was the job, nothing more,...
PROJECT IMMORTALITY by Yuri Korobaev, Translated by Irina Stoliarova
PART 1
Chapter 1
MICHAEL
Michael checked his e-mail. After reading several messages, he stopped at the one titled "Invitation to Mr. Palmer from Professor Richardson."
Michael clicked on the heading to open the letter and scanned it....
EFFLEURAGE by Erik Smetana
Renee pulled her car to the curb and double checked the address on the GPS. It was a house. The woman on the phone made no mention of working from home. Renee got out...
MAYONAISE by Adam Matson
Mayonaise
Melissa stood at the kitchen counter, making a sandwich. Her phone chimed with a text message from Allison: “Chris Ritter committed suicide.” For some reason, the first thing she thought of was Chris’ old...
STANDING ON THE WRONG SIDE by Hayden Sidun
Standing on the Wrong Side
by Hayden Sidun
I’m going to kill myself. That’s the decision I made as my feet hit the frigid hardwood floor after a long night of staring at a dark ceiling,...
EMPTY FRAME by Delancy Gunther
Empty Frame
By: Delancy Gunther
Ben’s paintbrush danced across the canvas in unwavering arcs. Greens and blues splashed together in vibrant harmony, a clear midday sky mixed with the bright green leaves of a weeping willow...