Fiction

HEADLESS BUDDHABy Stephen J. Gallas The baked clay temple towered over the clearing surrounded by lush green foliage, and served as the only landmark in sight. This particular temple was set away from the innumerable...

THE RETURN OF THE TUNNEL RATSby Michael S. Walker It was in Great Vale Park that I last saw George Oliver.He was a drummer. He had been the drummer in a punk band I had...

NO BETTER REASON THAN THISby Torrie Jay White The cabin smells like my grandfather as a young man. Like my mother’s skin in her last days. Like the gunpowder in my father’s pistol. Like the...

Freckles By Sabahattin Ali / Translated by Aysel K. Basci It was a hot, sultry day. I had just left a friend’s home, where I had spent most of the evening drenched in perspiration, listening to...

AIRPLANE DOWNBy Jody Rawley(Part One)Going South In A HurryTwenty minutes before the homeroom bell on a cold dry October morning, eleventh grader, Patricio Feliciano, sprinted the hundred yards from Chaparral High School’s flying model...

“You can neither lie to a neighborhood park, nor reason with it. Jane Jacobs Most people may use the city parks to wander through for an hour or more, to read a book or walk the...

Staller Breaks Philip Brunetti It was all on stall for a short while longer.  He’d put himself on stall.  This was one of the few options.  Now that his heart was broken and he’d wept in...

Siren Song             Galen did not think to check the gas gauge when he made his final exit from the parking lot of the Bay View Apartments. He left Ocean View with nothing but the...

OUR FATHER Our Father… It’s time to ring the church bells. I’m waiting for my turn and I’m starting to get nervous. I’ve been coming up with excuses not to climb up the tower. It’s gloomy,...

The Site The Metro North train lurched from side to side as it accelerated, wheels squealing, out of Grand Central station and into the dark tunnel. She, Essie, was accustomed to the rattling banshee scream...