Fiction – Year VIII – Number 59 – March 2023

Old slippers, those repugnant slippers worn by Agnes, the building manager slowly and methodically shuffled down the hallway. I could hear ‘em scratching along from down the hall. I was sitting in my room...

 Jason’s currency was low, and he needed to level up if he was going to take it to the next level.  Nickel & dimming it at the entry-level tables would not make the cut...

   It’s been thirty minutes, a long arduous, thirty minutes. We tried simply opening the door, which didn’t work. Then, we tried to break the windows and sadly, our collective upper body strength did...

The magical scent diffused amid old wooden panels; the pungent mix of coffee and cinnamon smells dominated the room. The dim lights of industrial lamps were barely enough to illuminate The Old Bean. The...

Elaine had been captured. She was left behind on a web, her wings broken when she was pried off. Now she sat on a table under a glass like a bug. The room around...

Rigid Heartbeat. Shaking hands. Ragged breathing. Blood stains. Low moans. Distant screams. This is what I live for. Hearing people scream and cry over loved ones and losing their lives, brought absolute joy to...

Searching for a cave found 280 to 300 feet deep in the Atlantic Ocean, the archeologist who viewed himself an adventurer, enlisted sailors from Westgate Cocoa Beach Pier to deliver him to where he...

Flashing lights, pinging sounds, and carnival noises roar throughout the arcade. Kids run from one machine to the next, waving stacks of tickets all about, anticipating what they can afford at the prize booth....

April would blow over the Iowa prairies when the boxing match called spring came around. The match was Jack Frost vs. Blooming Spring. They would clash on who gets the dominant climate, snow and...