Fiction - Year VII - Number 54 - 2022

There’s something that must be made clear from the beginning, which is that I’m only talking about myself, and my own special circumstances; there’s nothing to generalize here. I well understand we’re all different,...

It’s difficult to say when it started. Perhaps between the third and fourth coffee during that Friday morning. It could’ve been as I rasped the broom around ceiling corners where cobwebs swirled and bent...

As the two old widows were starting up South Pearl Street a sharp sudden wind hit them full in the face. It had decided to gust on cue just as they were turning. They...

It began like how it always does for Xavier Back, with the sound of loud, heavy, shallow breathing. The tunnel-visioning that blackened his sight. This was one of his famous panic attacks. Where he...

Tina’s watch said 5:45 a.m. Central time. Though it was an hour later at home, and Bill’s rigid morning routine would have him in the shower with his phone out of reach, she dialed...

Rick came home in the middle of a storm. Even the thunder echoing outside her small house couldn't compare to his loud knocking. All he brought was a tattered suitcase and an empty wallet....

A dark light emerges from the endless nothingness that is death. “What the hell is going on?” asked Clifford. As the dark light dissipated Clifford found himself sitting down in a white chair at...

At first, the knock startled me—two quick raps of the knuckle followed by one hard strike—a distinctive and demanding announcement, leaving no doubt in my mind who was standing in the hall. I ran...

“It’s over,” he said.The Ferris wheel on which we sat just reached the top, jerked, and froze as if it was confused too. As if hearing my heart breaking the cloudy sky let out...

Salt tickled my nose from the ocean spray. Coarse sand rubbed against my palms as I leaned back. In the distance, Emelie smiled at me, her wet hair whipping in the wind. I raised...