SANCTUARY – By Heide Arbitter
SANCTUARYBy Heide Arbitter
They took the birds away. That was the last hint. They were unattractive birds, loud and sad looking, with feathers plucked bloody and wings hanging helplessly. But, these birds were his joy,...
SUPERMARKET PAPERBACK – By Mike Dorman
SUPERMARKET PAPERBACKBy Mike Dorman
Fifty miles west of Bloomington lies Hillsboro, a monument to middle-class malaise. A fifteen-mile break from the real world, a stucco strip mall oasis in the vast Midwest horizon. The...
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, ...
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...
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...
SACRED GEOMETRY FOR ARIEL V – By Alex R. Encomienda
SACRED GEOMETRY FOR ARIEL VBy Alex R. Encomienda
Sometimes life told stories in strange cases and the complexity of its subject was overlooked despite the story having a solid underlying meaning. It was no wonder...
HE STOPPED – By Harlan Yarbrough
HE STOPPEDBy Harlan Yarbrough
In the four years I spent tracking Brian Jacobsen, my opinion regarding his whereabouts reversed itself several times. Although I didn’t know him personally, several of my friends and acquaintances did—that’s...
WAITING FOR JACK – By Melanie Simms
WAITING FOR JACKBy Melanie Simms
I used to be romance novel junkie. Love was all I lived for. I lived off Harlequin romancebooks and believed that love was forever.Prince Charming was more than just a...
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,...
CHECKMATE – By Laura DellaBadia
CHECKMATEBy Laura DellaBadia
Towering as high as the old, weathered castle’s stone walls, the veins of prickly crimson red roses climb. The rosses have run wild in the years without a proper caretaker and have...