IGNORANCE IN DETAIL by Michael J. Coene
IGNORANCE IN DETAILBy Michael J. Coene
I didn't know Jan very well. We worked together at a restaurant. Organic, gluten-free, farm-fresh, overpriced sandwiches and salads. Jan was a server...
A DIFFERENT ME, A short story by Donald McCarthy
A DIFFERENT ME
By Donald McCarthy
I travel to parallel universes. It’s not a voluntary experience. I am living my life one second and living another the next. Weeks will go by without a trip...
A PALIMPSEST, A short story by Jim Naremore
A PALIMPSESTBy Jim Naremore Files. Or, more directly, filing cabinets. Green, brown and different shades of grey. Battered, scratched, dented, their hardware tarnished. Some Kafkaesque bureaucratic dystopian fantasy: brown veneer second-hand conference...
PURPLE DRESS, A short story by Denis Bell
PURPLE DRESSBy Denis Bell
One spoon of instant and two spoons of sugar in the Disney mug with the broken handle. The best way to start your day. Garbage spilling...
DOUBLE DODGING, A short story by Edith Gallagher Boyd
DOUBLE DODGINGBy Edith Gallagher Boyd
The ball swished through the basket. Not only was it a buzzer beater, it was against one of our biggest rivals. My shot gave...
AUNT RACHEL GOT MARRIED, By Laura DiCarlo Short
AUNT RACHEL GOT MARRIEDBy Laura DiCarlo Short
Aunt Rachel Got Married, I Got Spooked, and New-Uncle Tom Got Slapped by Nonna Who Came to Sop Up the Blood
WATER MOON, A short story by Toni Fuhrman
WATER MOONBy Toni Fuhrman
Mose, Chairman Judd’s most trusted aide, stood before Chairman Judd’s enormous desk in the long windowless Council Room and told him it had taken another...
THE HOUSE ON THE BAY by Jillian Diblasio
THE HOUSE ON THE BAYBy Jillian Diblasio
There is a house that sits in the middle of the bay. It is old and decrypt, having stood there for as...
A BROKEN SHELL OF A MAN by Elizabeth O’Neil
A BROKEN SHELL OF A MANA novel byElizabeth O’Neill
Chapter One - EGGS
‘Dae ye want ays tae read your palm?’ The gypsy woman asked, craning...
THE LIST, A short story by Ross Goldstein
THE LISTBy Ross Goldstein
The Palace was anything but; a sputtering neon sign dangled over the half-hinged front door, suspended by the remains of a frayed power cord. The...
