Fiction

AMSTERDAMby Ruth Deming After my second cup of Starbucks Coffee, the world was looking mighty beautiful. As assistant librarian of the Willow Grove Library – and I promise not to joke about the lack of...

IVANAby Magdalena Blažević Ivana (16. 8. 1993) I'll be dead in two hours. My hair, washed with camomile, as white as snow, will mix with the dust from the well-worn path and turn grey. It remembers the...

DOWNTOWN WALDOSby Mark Massaro Riley, my pot-dealers girlfriend, arched her body over the enormous yoga ball in front of me while I sat on their couch as he weighed out quarter bags on a digital...

THE DESERT SWALLOWS THE RIVERBy Krista Diamond   The waitress at the empty diner in Sanderson had fake nails on her fingers and a gun on her hip. I sat alone and ate a hamburger and...

THE FOREVER LETTERby Abigayle Thompson That afternoon an invitation was placed in the mailbox outside the Roney’s home.  It was the end of February, a cold day with clouds settled across the sky.  A breeze...

The Confinement of Choice “Authorized personnel!” Our Afghan guide pushed through the crowds. “Make way! Authorized personnel!” “Vvvv-vvv…” The plane was hardly audible, and so, so far away… “Authorized persons! Please make way!” The crowd grew thicker,...

PLATYPUSby Peter Crowley One morning there was a platypus walking through our backyard. I awoke my wife and suggested that we take some photographs. She agreed and perched by the window, ready to snap pictures...