LIFE AND DEATH by Xavier Paris
I barely had enough time to see the truck coming.
Crazy what happens to someone when they don’t look both ways. I did it almost religiously when I was younger, but as I...
MOTHER by Jacob RV
Terra was a mother of seven; America, Asia, Albert, Annica, Austin, Ani, and Edward. She was a single mother. Terra worked countless jobs to provide for her children but as a result could not...
NOT A BAD BOY by Cheryl Sim
Cooper’s not a bad boy. According to his dad, Cooper’s theliving manifestation of the motto: Live free or die trying! That’s not how the neighbors see Cooper and his big brother Dylan. They gossip...
THE TRICKERY OF A MASKED DEMON by Ren Nightshade
The Trickery of a Masked Demon
by Ren Nightshade
I married a masked demon. That's the only way to explain how I married such a man. There's absolutely no other way. If I'm being honest, I...
THE ELEVATOR by Rory Rimel
“Stop pressing all the god damn buttons, that’s not going to get us out of here any sooner.” said Richard.
“I can’t help it; you know I hate enclosed spaces.” said Jamie. I wish we...
HAPPY ANNIVERSARY by Trinity Summitt
The Smiths sat across the small, iron-legged table from one another, and Marilyn’s eyes were heavily focused on the smudged glass topper. She turned her gazed to the partially open sliding door that led...
MOZART’S SONATA IN D MAJOR by Bo Kearns
Drawn by the prospect of publication, writers gathered at the conference in Malibu. A bespectacled woman, her gray hair uniformly curled under at the edges, stood and read from her work. “The mother left...
AN ANGELS LAST GIFT by Matthew Fontenault
There was only one option; I had to save my platoon. I screamed with everything I had, "Grenade, everybody down!” Looking back at my best friend Johnny Boy, I tossed him my dog...
RAFFLES by Judith Newlin
Back then we lived near the center of town, behind the cavernous library. Mom worked in the orange-carpeted children’s room, which meant during the summers she could keep tabs on us during her break...
UNDOCUMENTED by Maria Valenzuela Frangakis
Undocumented
The U.S. border was only a three-hour-drive from my college town, but the idea of going al otro lado hadn’t occurred to me before Isa invited me to go shopping in Tucson. I’d just...