Fiction - Year VI - Number 48 - May 2021

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 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...

Bringers By: Brianna Kemper The doctor and nurses were rushing around. The beeping starts to speed up as the mother struggles to stay alive. A few moments later the beeping stopped, and a long beep took...

            He was looking at the schematic designs and the pain in his stomach was worsening. The house that the Shorelands wanted to tear down to make room for their monstrosity was a lovely...

Useless fellow by Balu Swami Wayne was still a farm boy even though he had left the farm over a decade ago. He was still the innocent who saw only the best in people. Although he...

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...

Black Holes             Jessica sat on the small kitchen table with her feet on the head chair and stared out the window, a cigarette pinched between her thumb and middle finger. Bits of ash fell...

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 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...

SNOW JOB                    by Ivanka Fear                  Winter came in early November and seemed to have every intention of staying for the long haul. “I hate, no I absolutely despise, positively abhor winter,” complained Martha, as she trudged...