THE HUSBANDS by Erika Neenan

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THE HUSBANDS “Oh please. You cannot still be crying over him.”  “Well….he was….my husband...” The past tense uttered for the first time sent Laurel into a second round of head-in-hands sobs.  “I have three ‘was’ husbands honey,...

ZANZIBAR by Robert Gamer

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Zanzibar Short Story Robert Gamer “Do you mind if I sit down?” Although, nursing a drink, the woman sitting at the bar did not stir, the man proceeded to plop himself down on the adjacent stool....

THE SIREN by Eric Stevens

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THE SIRENBy Eric Stevens The frozen wood of the bench on 7th Street was brittle and burned Steve’s thighs while he leaned to one side, watching the cars drive slowly through the icy slush. It...

FAITH AND DESTINY by John Tavares

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FAITH AND DESTINYby John Tavares Things were happening so fast—Faith couldn’t believe how quickly her anger overpowered her. When she discovered her sister took her brand new black yoga pants, and chopped the legs off,...

ASK ME AGAIN by Andy Spisak

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ASK ME AGAINby Andy Spisak Leah finished her call with the client and reached into the drawer for her handbag.  She had agreed to meet Doug for lunch at twelve-thirty, and it was already ten...

CHUCK’S DINER by Noah Walker

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Chuck’s Diner by Noah Walker The sizzling, smoking sound of the grill combined with the crackling of the meat as Chuck tossed it over or pressed against it with a well-practiced hand, accompanied by otherwise blissful...

A WALK BY THE RIVER by Josh Greenfield

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A WALK BY THE RIVERby Josh Greenfield There are chemically induced medical conditions that require more than a good sponsor and strict attention to The Steps, many in fact. There is an entire pharmacological industry...

BRICK SNOW by Melissa Chen

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It sounded like a backhoe smashed through the toy room window and methodically tipped out millions of marble chips in a steady stream onto the hardwood floor. “Daddy, come quick,” Liam shouted. “Oliver spilled all...

THE RANSOM – A short story by Daniel Davis

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THE RANSOMBy Daniel Davis          They arrived fifteen minutes ahead of schedule.  Mark started to invite them in, but the lead man, roughly the size of a small shed, punched him in the jaw.  Two...

STORY TIME by Laura Tahir

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STORY TIMEby Laura Tahir It was August 1976. Sam stopped and looked down from the cab of his Big-OJ Tanker. Under the streetlight near the truck stop exit he saw the ragamuffin shuffling his feet...