THE BEST FUCK IN LAUREL CANYON by Alex Pugsley
She has four days left on the movie, scattered over the next twelve days, and then a three-week gap in her schedule her agent wants her to fill. But she’s exhausted. It’s Friday evening,...
DEAD ENDS by Jack Cimino
Dead Ends
After Joey had been shot, time seemed to move quicker. It was an especially humid night in Long Beach. I was sitting in the parking lot of the laundromat on Park Ave. I...
THE WITCH by Zachary LaFever
It was the day of my mother's funeral. It was raining that day. The rain and wind combined and smashed along the church's windows. It sounded like a baseball bat whacking into a steel...
SCREAMING INTO THE WELL by Douglas Cole
Screaming into the Well
As jones steered his way through the palm fronds of a few ideas that wanted to surface but kept diving back down again into the undertow of his brain, appearing just...
MISTER PUSHKIN by Joram Piatigorsky
Don’t get me wrong. I love humans (most of the time), and I know they’re often (not always) intelligent. However, they have a blind spot when it comes to other animals. I say “other”...
THE LAST DAY OF MY CHILDHOOD by Lotus Zhang
The Last Day of My Childhood
That year looked the same as all of my earlier years.
I was eleven years old, in my last semester of primary school.
Different from most of the other similar-aged kids,...
AGAINST TIMIDITY by Chuck Teixeira
I am grateful to the tenant who left the lavender liquor in the kitchen drawer. Right away, it feels fabulous, a sensation I might never have again, especially if I go to law school...
THE BRIEF, UNHAPPY EXISTENCE OF GAY DOBBIN by Randall Ivey
As one year ends and another begins, one invariably, inevitably waxes nostalgic, particularly with regard to those he has lost, they being the most important people to him. My parents, Emory and Doris...
THE GIFT OF THE RAIN GOD by Nigel Pugh
The Gift of the Rain God
Maybe a god of the rain forest slumbers on a mountain ledge high above the valley and the lake, his ample stomach rising and falling, with his ethereal entourage,...
I AM by Evie Haskell Maxwell
I am
By E.C. Haskell
“I am death,” said the little girl.
The big man in a stained apron turned. Lights from the cooking fire behind him gleamed on his brawny arms, and sent dark shadows flickering...