THE BEGINNING OF THE END by Melissa Welch
Throwing my clothes into the washer, I slam the door with all the irritation I feel building up and insert the coins. The whirring lulls me into a false sense of safety and routine....
HOW DID I BECOME THE BEGGAR by Stephanie Daich
HOW DID I BECOME THE BEGGAR
“Lady, lady, stop ignoring me.” The loud voice from the wheelchair reverberates against the walls, overriding the chatter of people walking the mall.
“If I don’t look at him, I...
SHE WHO HIDES by Tania Gissela
She Who Hides
Every Saturday at 1 A.M., I wake up and drive in the moonlit avenues.
It all started with a dream. Behind her was a white car—my white car. She was standing beneath the...
SHE DESERVED TO DIE by Nicola Vallera
Ms. Calidor, 87 years old, was a lovely person. Apart from an innate hate for bugs—that she saw as plant enemies—she badmouthed nobody, and she wouldn’t say no if you needed help. Some people...
GONE by Alexandria Lahense
I was never picked first during recess. The girls never put my name on their kiss list. My siblings were all older than me, so we never had a real connection. Hell, my parents...
COMFORTING ABODE by Dell R. Lipscomb
Hinges squealed like the wail of a distressed sprite as the bathroom stall door swung open, its outer edge nearly grazing a young woman standing outside the stall. The woman, dressed in gray slacks...
EMBRACE THE CHAOS by Patrick Palso
It was ten minutes after midnight when Iris got kidnapped. Right before she was taken out of her apartment, she heard her baby, Holly, crying from her crib.
A bag was thrown over Iris’s head...
THE SMARTIE by R. H. Nicholson
Professor Elias McCracken bound through the door of his mint green Victorian home, his arms full of books, his briefcase bursting with ungraded essays, his trench coat flapping, tamping his shoes on the...
DINNER DATE by Britton Griffin
Jacob rounded the corner as the rain covered the city. His mind raced with thoughts as he considered what he was doing. He was to go on a date with one of the...
MARY’S HUSBAND by Nadia Lopez
It’s been years since I had been at a police station. When you are 60 years old nothing surprises you anymore. I was called to be here as a suspect. It surprises me how...