A WILDERNESS OF MONKEYS – By Robert McKean
A WILDERNESS OF MONKEYSBy Robert McKean
It was my turquoise; I had it of Leah when I was a bachelor:I would not have given it for a wilderness of monkeys.—Shylock
Heartless, the way they ravaged the...
THE RAIN – By Lao-Tzu Allan-Blitz
THE RAINBy Lao-Tzu Allan-Blitz
The rain was coming down hard and clicked lightly and constantly against the glass. The wind was blowing so strongly that it rushed the clouds in a hurry across the sky,...
THE GLANCE OF ORPHEUS II – By Ted Morrissey
THE GLANCE OF THE ORPHEUS IIBy Ted Morrissey
The City Athletic Club was more ornate than the Blackstone, more extravagant by the looks of its façade of brick and stone. Workers were shoveling snow and...
PURBLIND – By Tara Fritz
PURBLINDBy Tara Fritz
I had never been so cold before.I wanted to say it out loud, give voice to my restless thoughts, but I knew it would never be heard over the slap of water...
GRAND LAKE – By Steven Sherwood
GRAND LAKEBy Steven Sherwood
Not three weeks ago Jim Pickett’s first love said she had fallen for some asshole accounting major named Vince. Now she’s calling from a bus stop in Castle Rock to ask...
KISS OF THE RED SERPENT – By Anselmo J. Alliegro
KISS OF THE RED SERPENT(excerpts from the novella)By Anselmo J. Alliegro
Witness to the Massacre
Hugo Bosque left the shade of the sacred jungle he was fighting to protect, made his way across the sunbaked riverbank,...
FOREIGN PASSAGES – By Joyce Polance
FOREIGN PASSAGESBy Joyce Polance
As we thread through narrow alleys framed by walls without windows, their starkness interrupted by decrepit stalls hawking rotting vegetables and camel heads buzzing with flies, the aura of Death for...
RECKONINGS – By Stephen Baily
RECKONINGSBy Stephen Baily
“Close the door.”Lamm eased it shut with the toe of his sneaker and sat down kitty-corner to Lyons at the head of the conference-room table. He’d prepared a joke for his arrival, ...
FLIGHT – By J.R. Gerow
FLIGHTBy J.R. Gerow
She wakes him up and carries him out to the car with his head buried in her shoulder, straddling her ribcage and watching sideways through the veil of hair for his father,...
CARNIVAL – By Shayna Boisvert
CARNIVALBy Shayna Boisvert
The evening was approaching midnight; outside, an owl let out a haunting call, and darkness bled in from the stained glass of the ballroom. Rosaline continued to search the room for the...